It looks like an army of pink beetles clustered together, ready to crawl to the next place. I chanced across this beautiful yet beguiling floral in an arid, out of the way spot on the coast of south-east England.
Is it beautiful or vile? Can any nature buffs put a name to this specimen?…
A photo session on my very own doorstep. These are the few weeks when the trees on this west London street bulge deliciously under the weight of their own heady blossom. No sooner does it arrive, it starts to cascade from the branches, leaving a carpet of fragile petals all around – including by the front door. This was the moment to capture them before they wither under the sun or are washed away by a tide of April rain.
London’s iconic Tower Bridge in all its glory on a summer’s evening. Just days before the start of the Olympics, it is being illuminated in various colours to mark the imminent arrival of the games. Just after this pink and light purple show was a patriotic burst of red, white and blue.
I was a bit too early to see the Olympic rings unfurl from the top of the bridge – they’ll be on display and lit up in the evenings during the games. Coming back to capture this on another warm, pleasant evening will be anything but a drag.
