In June I went to the walled garden in Ravenscourt Park here in west London, just a stone’s throw away from my home. It was bursting with colour and life, a sun-blessed testament to a very fine summer.
A very recent return tells a different story, but not an unexpected one. The garden’s life is slowly ebbing away, with signs of decay and death. This has its own beauty.
The aim was to avoid piles of leaves in my photographs. The autumn colour scheme creeps into some images, but doesn’t dominate. I also came to the garden in the grip of winter, which you can view here.
