Tree fingers

Sunday morning, hungover in the park. The fog was so thick I could not see across the frozen lake, but by the time I had gone home to get my camera, it had lifted a lot. These last pictures remind me of the song "Young Bride" by Midlake.

My young bride
Why are your fingers like that?
Of the hedge in winter
Of the hedge in winter



My young bride
Why aren't you moving at all?
Helps to make the day seem shorter
Helps to make the day seem shorter