There are only so many days that you can wake up to another grey, Cornish day and feel inspired by the stark bleakness of it all. Yesterday I walked the dogs in very quiet country lanes looking for a specific tree that I had read about in a local magazine.
Known as the Love Tree , I caught it in a rare moment of brightness. It interests me as I want to produce a simple tree image in the style of Art Nouveau for a project I’m working on.
It is a monumental Elm tree and the trunk is carved with initials, some of them very old. My photograph is not the best for showing this.
Because my eye was taken by a much more contemporary action. A child’s jelly shoe has been slotted into a woody crevice.
The remoteness of the rural location suggests this is a deliberate act. I am intrigued.