The story goes that once a cherry tree
Beside an apple tree did grow
And there a boy once met his bride to be
Long long ago
The boy looked into her eyes, it was a sight to enthrall
The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall
And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees were intertwined
And that is why the poets always write
If there's a new moon bright above
It's cherry pink and apple blossom white
When you're in love.........
Another one from Lloyd Park in Walthamstow. This is the same bridge, taken from the other side of the moat, that the pigeon was about to walk over in my last.
(For those that asked, I will upload a colour version of that one in due course).
Iso200, 1/60sec, f7.1 @29mm. Still wandering around without the tripod!!