Month 2: Putney Heath
I waited as long as I could to go out in December, as we have been experiencing one of the coldest winters the UK has seen in 50 years. With temperatures rarely rising above 5° C, I checked the forecast and saw that today would be 10° C and fairly dry, so I bundled up and prepared to brave the cold and damp. I saw that most of my allotted area for photographing lay within Putney Heath, but having never been there before, I had no idea what kind of green space this would be. As it turns out, it was a fairly nondescript area, mostly wooded, but with a few open spaces of grass. Foolishly, I didn’t wear my wellies, so I was a bit limited in where I could go, as the footpaths were not paved and many meandered through ankle-deep mud. Aside from a few dog-walkers, I was mostly alone throughout the time I spent here.
Near the edge of my photographic boundary, I noticed a cricket pitch so headed in that direction, only sidetracked by a well-worn postbox with at least 20 layers of red paint chipping away. Although the cricket pitch itself was out of bounds, there was a small green field just inside my boundary, upon which was one of the strangest looking contraptions I’d seen in a while. It was a huge double barrel of metal with some metal pipes sticking out, and it looked like it had been abandoned there for years. Noticing the proximity to the cricket lawn, I thought it might be some kind of old industrial lawn tool, to flatten the pitch and make the striped effect. I vowed to check when I got home (sure enough, it’s an antique cast iron lawn roller). Regardless, it was pretty cool to see and take a few photos.
As the days are so short and the skies so grey in December, I only had a little more time to grab a few macro shots of some leaves and droplets of water on the grass, as well as some mossy branches during my wander back to civilisation through the trees.
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