Anthony J Sargeant took this photograph from the bedroom window of his Shropshire home on 28th September 2017 at 6.38 am. Wonderful English changing seasons – variety and beauty though short winter days will soon arrive – the compensation will be the translucency of the landscape as the deciduous trees drop their leaves.
Anthony Sargeant tried to photograph the large groups of tits that are feeding in the garden of his Shropshire home at the moment (9th September 2017). But as he set the camera up on a tripod in his bedroom window they disappeared leaving just these three. At some times there have been more than nine at any one time – presumably they are feeding up for the winter to come. Do they know something about the coming winter that we do not?
Photographed in the conservatory of the Shropshire home of Anthony J Sargeant in 2010 these wonderful tulips spreadeagled and full blown in their vase were about to die – this was their last glorious flourish before the end to which we must all reconcile ourselves.
Anthony J Sargeant took this photograph during an early morning bike ride along the Shropshire lanes close to his Home. In the distance is the Brown Clee Hill with mist still clinging to the fields below the top. The sun just clearing the horizon at 5.42am sends shafts of gold onto the field beyond the gate (27th August 2017, Shropshire, England)
via Early morning mist below the Brown Clee Hill in Shropshire — anthonyjsargeanttony
Photographed during a very early bicycle ride along silent Shropshire lanes at 5.42 am on the 27th August 2017.
The morning mist is till clinging to the meadows but above the Brown Clee rises above them punctuated with lines of ancient hedgerows.
Anthony Sargeant went to pick Wild Garlic along the Shropshire lane close to his home and found this woodland carpeted with the yellow star-like flowers of Lesser Celandine. A magical scene
A field of Rape seed oil plants brighten the quiet greens of an English spring. Photographed by Anthony Sargeant while walking along the country lane where he lives yesterday (Easter Saturday, April 15th 2017). just below the Rape field sheep can just be seen as small flecks on the distant hillside grazing on the lush green pasture land which dominates the Shropshire landscape. In the 19th Century poem ‘Home thoughts from abroad’ the 19th Century Robert Browning wrote ‘Oh to be in England now that April’s there’ – today he would be surprised by the bright yellow fields of Rape which are a late 20th Century introduction to the English landscape.