A Frosty Morning In The Phoenix Park.
What is it about lonely single trees that attracts me to them so much, if I knew the answer to that believe me I would gladly tell you. There is definitely something very photogenic about these odd solo characters but there is more to it than that. I have found myself on occasion in the park just sitting and watching these trees, I know that sounds a bit odd as they don’t really do any fancy tricks or talk to me but I must confess I find something truly satisfying about just watching a beautiful tree.
I love the contrast between winter and summer months too, from lush green foliage to something sparse and barren. I’m sure if I visited the tree above during the summer months I would end up with a completely different photograph, and to be honest, something with a completely different feel too.
This shot was taken on a very cold winters morning, the tree itself seemed to be hanging on to the last of its leaves. The grass was almost frozen and the sun was desperately trying to shed some light on the situation through some very heavy cloud and early morning mist.
I kind of think if you closed your eyes and actually touched this photo it would be cold on your hand.