Natures carpet

by John Chivers

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Natures carpet

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John Chivers

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Photograph - Photo Print

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Natures carpet is the second panoramic photograph of this incredible bluebell wood I have for sale. I have gone for a very different take this time around this was taken at sunset as opposed to sunrise and instead of having the flowers lit up the trees are.
The light looks so astonishing on the trees as if they are glowing, be assured this is NO photo shop trickery but rather the wonderful 'golden hour' light hitting the bark. This is quite a unique take for a bluebell landscape as the trees are all to often given no notice to the brilliance of the flowers, I have shot this in such a way to counterbalance this so both top to bottom get equal attention.
This very beautiful scene is one of many reasons I adore landscape photography. Bluebell woods may be found in all parts of Great Britain and Ireland, as well as elsewhere in Europe. Bluebells are a common indicator species for ancient woodlands, so bluebell woods are likely to date back to at least 1600.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of the romantic poets, was very keen on the plant as revealed by these lines of his poem "May Magnificat"

In his journal entry for 9 May 1871 Hopkins says:
In the little wood opposite the light they stood in blackish spreads or sheddings like spots on a snake. The heads are then like thongs and solemn in grain and grape-colour. But in the clough through the light they come in falls of sky-colour washing the brows and slacks of the ground with vein-blue, thickening at the double, vertical themselves and the young grass and brake-fern combed vertical, but the brake struck the upright of all this with winged transomes. It was a lovely sight. - The bluebells in your hand baffle you with their inscape, made to every sense. If you draw your fingers through them they are lodged and struggle with a shock of wet heads; the long stalks rub and click and flatten to a fan on one another like your fingers themselves would when you passed the palms hard across one another, making a brittle rub and jostle like the noise of a hurdle strained by leaning against; then there is the faint honey smell and in the mouth the sweet gum when you bite them.

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May 28th, 2013

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