The other end of the park where the bluebells grow has far less snow drops in it, so it looks a lot more blue. I stopped by last week on a nice bright overcast day to get some photos. I wanted to capture the scale and breadth of the area, and while I was setting up my camera a lady walked into frame and stopped to admire the view, giving a lovely sense of scale to this image. The trees really anchor the middle of the image, balanced by the carpet of bluebells below and the canopy in many shades of green above.
I love how diminutive she looks next to the trees, some of which are over 100+ years I believe and certainly have an impressive girth. The view looks like it goes on and on, with no realisation there is a road quite close by!
I particularly love the texture in this image. All the different shades of blue and purple with highlights of pink and white bells. The arching texture of the grass weighed down by its seed heads. The round globes of dandelions, as yet undisturbed. It has a real feel of untouched wildness about it, where I know that its a mixture of careful underplanting and weeds making the most of the environment. Yet as a whole it has a serenity and balance not felt with a more formal planting.
This is my favourite image of the day, the flirtation of the upturned skirts of each individual bell, each small floret contributing to the greater whole like part of a fractal. My inner 6 year old thinks that these are really fairy dresses, waiting for their fairy to fly down, dress herself, and go dancing with all the other fairies on the night of a full moon