My Grand Canyon memory trip worked very well. In spite of the bad forecast I woke up early and boldly went off to Jenkinstown. To my surprise, the weather started getting better, and by the time I arrived, there was summer.
Jenkinstown Park is a gem. At any season. It is sad to see that so many trees are cut down, home for the owls, pine martens, stouts and squirrels… I didn’t see any animals, but crossing a tiny path I felt a strong odor of a small carnivore. Might be a weasel…
Today I came to Jenkinstown Park for a special purpose. Early May is a season for bluebells, and this is the place!
A breathtaking carpet of blue overtakes the forest floor and glorious smell fills the air. Photographers of all kinds make their annual pilgrimage. Like today. The sun is shining through the leaves ( the sun and the copper beech tree have special relationships); a little robin is singing his simple fluting song… I wish I had time to stay here all the day, walk all the trails, catch a glimpse of a badger, find a sleeping owl or watch baby foxes playing… I only have two hours: one hour for photography, the other hour for having a marvellous time while walking back to the car park…
This year the bluebell season started late. I could come here next week and get a brighter blue, but I think that this delicate hazy shade is lovely.
I met a good few photographers, and even took a picture of a couple by request. Young and old, they came here because people need beauty. It is so wonderful that there are places like this one where you can come and fill yourself with beauty and peace.
Heraclitus said that no man ever steps in the same river twice. I got caught twice in the same rain today – does it count? First time it showered me after I left the woods, on the way to Freshford, and then it got me when I was leaving Clonmel. Fresh, aggressive, dedicated to wet you to the bone… My bluebell season is over for this year, but I will visit Jenkinstown later in summer again.
Photography tip of the day: When taking pictures of bluebells try to either get down low to the ground or position your camera as high as you can.
A hardy hi, and a haiku for you.
A forest of blue
Bringing delight to the eye
Brightening each day.
Thank you indeed for this gem. 🙂
This was certainly a remarkable and truly beautiful post!.
Great photos, Inese.
All the very best to you, Aquileana 😛
Thank you, I hope to go there again.
Hugs, Inese 🙂
Bluebells! Wow! What great shots!
Thank you! It looked like a fairy tale.
Such serenity is hard to find. This is definitely a place to be protected. You’ve done a wonderful job capturing the very essence.
Thank you Sheri! It was disturbing to see the ancient trees cut down, but then I don’t understand much about the forestry… Technically it is not a park…
If I were an activist in the arena of the environment, protecting trees and natural habitat would be a definite priority. We can always build another building but we cannot always grow another tree. It breaks my heart that someone is killing the Redwoods in California. They are the most beautiful and majestic trees and people are sick to destroy such historical elegance. I would just as soon lock these individuals up as drug cartel. We’ll always have the cartels but we won’t always have the redwood forest.
So agree with you! Cannot imagine such an ignorance! Neanderthals wouldn’t touch these trees!…
Such peace and tranquility in the scenes you created below. Beautiful images.
Thank you so much for your kind comment. The place looks like reflection of the sky. And the smell is so delicious!
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