iant1029: Barn Owl.
iant1029: The ghost.
iant1029: Snowdrops.
iant1029: Hunting Heron.
iant1029: A picture of a picture of the Christmas lights in Carnaby Street.
iant1029: Tyger Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night Trying to capture the spirit of the famous Blake poem with the presence and bearing of Igor from Colchester Zoo.
iant1029: Waiting for the sunrise. A still, cold morning just before dawn in London's Dockland.
iant1029: Last of the Summer fleet. The one remaining rowing boat waiting to be laid up for the winter on the lake at Wanstead Flats.
iant1029: After dark. A cold, clear morning in London's Dockland.
iant1029: Straw flower. One from the family which are known as everlasting flowers.
iant1029: Fallen.
iant1029: There's something at the window.
iant1029: A crisp Autumnal morning.
iant1029: A crisp Autumnal morning.
iant1029: The cat's whiskers. Definitely felt that I was disturbing Zuri's Sunday morning lay in.
iant1029: A long hard stare from Kumal the powerful male Jaguar from Paradise Wildlife Park.
iant1029: Where the Sky meets the Sea. A still pastel soft Sunday morning looking towards Felixstowe.
iant1029: Unloading. Container ship at Felixstowe Docks.
iant1029: Flamingos.
iant1029: The glasshouse.
iant1029: Defying the calendar. As the year turns the heating goes on and the big coat comes out of the wardrobe but in the garden just a few signs of Summer still linger on.
iant1029: Defying the calendar. As the year turns the heating goes on and the big coat comes out of the wardrobe but in the garden just a few signs of Summer still linger on.
iant1029: The demise of Summer. As the year ticks away one season fades and the colours and plants in the garden show the onset of Autumn.
iant1029: Autumn Crocus. Delicate little blooms grown and photographed on the window sill of our spare bedroom.
iant1029: Autumn Crocus. Delicate little blooms grown and photographed on the window sill of our spare bedroom.
iant1029: Autumn Crocus. Delicate little blooms grown and photographed on the window sill of our spare bedroom.
iant1029: Looking forward to lunch. Somewhat disconcerting when a big dangerous cat looks you directly in the eye and licks her lips. A slightly soggy Aleena from Paradise Wildlife Park.
iant1029: Sand, sea and sky. Ebbing tide on Portstewart Strand.
iant1029: Furrows. Ridges in the sand left by the ebbing tide on Portstewart Strand.
iant1029: The Dark Hedges. Northern Ireland's iconic avenue of Beech trees.