Alpine Grouping

.This grouping is found down by the babies' playground - north side of the park. A group of Alpine trees congregate in a tiny copse. Some of them even lean, as if they were on a steep mountainside. Now its September and there are some beautiful days, as there always are. I am remembering 12 months ago when the baby came. What a joyous and overwhelming time. Happily my mum has forgotten the times that I shouted at her during those early days.
Now little one plays on these swings - she's good at it.
Me, I am psychologically empty, a bit.

My girl is obsessed by parallax

From the pram-eye view the world is a huge place, whirling like a galaxy from the proscenium arch of her canopy. That near trees and branches move and catch the light against the long-view and the background delights her.

The whole park moves, while she lies, schnuggled up in a blanket in a bed on wheels. I share her joy in parallax. The park becomes an abstract kinetic sculpture.

The lime leaves here throw back pure green to the receiving retini. Is lime green lime like a lime citrus fruit, or lime like lime tree leaves?

Crazy-headed Copper Beech

Three characterful copper beeches rank the twin tennis courts. This one is a crazy-haired lady. Obstinate, stubborn, head-strong, and sturdy. They protect the lower khazis (not sure how you spell khazi - this is just a guess - is it a Hindi word?) and are the analogues to the cherry maidens who look after the other loos. You can find them, the tennis courts, and the beeches at the extreme north west corner of London Fields. If you are walking out of the park, you cross a zebra crossing, go up Navarino Road towards the bus stop of the useful 38 which takes you to the barbaric civilisation of Islington.

Three young saplings

Catching the light. They stand on the north edge of an east-west running walk and cycle path.
The benches in London Fields are particularly fine. They must have been commissioned recently - sturdy cast iron bolted down, but numerous. I love doing snapshot audits of who is using the benches. Sitting on a park bench is wonderfully unproductive. Some people just never do it, unless to wolf a sandwich while looking at the Evening Standard.
The litter bins are quite good too.
Today is quite sunny - a lull between all this hardly ceasing rain.

Two hawthornes

Protect the wall of the gardeners yard, up at the north west segment of London Fields. They overlook the Cricket Pitch and are pretty in May, with white mini blossom. Here you see they cast a lovely "Blotti" shadow over the brickwork, and are somehow redolent of an age gone by. See how the buildings speaking of sixties brutalism peek up here too, as in many of the tree shots. I like the contrast

Peeping Poplars

London Fields West Side. These two sisters, long, lean, graceful guard the southern fields of the West Side, near the entrance to Shore Road, next to the tower block on Landsdowne Drive. Poplars are popular, they often have friends. There was a distinctive row of poplars at the bottom of my gran's garden, until most of them were felled by the big storm of '87. They sound great, look like tall adolescent girls that have not quite grown into themselves yet.