Archive for Nature

Snow

Posted in photography with tags , , , , , , , on January 19, 2013 by theroguetrooper

Snow

Croxteth Park

Posted in photography with tags , , , , , , , on January 19, 2013 by theroguetrooper

Croxteth Park

Icicle

Posted in photography with tags , , , , on January 19, 2013 by theroguetrooper

Icicle

Path

Posted in photography with tags , , , , , on January 13, 2013 by theroguetrooper

Path

Trees

Posted in photography with tags , , , , , , , on November 30, 2012 by theroguetrooper

Trees

Rogues Gallery #4

Posted in Pictures with tags , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2010 by theroguetrooper

All of the above pictures (excepting the swans who live just next to the East Lancs Road) were taken during a weekend camping trip to Betws-y-coed.  Living as we do on a massive housing sprawl aka Norris Green in the north of Liverpool myself, Doris Cakes and the dog need to get away from time to time in order to reconnect with the natural world and get some much needed head-space.  Fresh air, no noise, no sirens, no music and no disputes in the street outside just peace and quiet.  Time to reflect and think about what we could be doing if we didn’t get so bogged down in the daily grind.

Bird Song

Posted in Comment, ideas...., Speakers Corner, squat, Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 26, 2010 by theroguetrooper

Monday evening we get in from the first day of the weeks work, the dog wants a walk, the sun is out and it is cool.  Once all the errands are done we take to the garden to take in the last hour or so of sunshine.  In doing so we miss the early evening news, we enjoy a beer, the dog brings a ball, and the cat skulks off to a corner as the indica sets in.

In the near distance you can hear the last of the rush hour traffic making its way up and down the East Lancs road.  Cars pull up in the street outside, the music is scouse, funky, donk and the odd bit of that stuff they call r’n’b.  People are chattin’ on mobiles in the street outside and dogs are barkin’.  Early evening chaos you might say.

Straight up out of the blue a blackbird breaks into song just over the back there.   Every other sound begins to merge into a distant rumble, the bird song takes over.  We listen; it takes over, just for a minute it takes over.  It’s beautiful.

 It got me thinkin’…. as long as the birds are singing we are still ok, let’s make it count.