For the past 12 months, I’ve been documenting the Camperdown Elms of Old St Pancras churchyard. The architectural impact of these diminutive, elderly trees differs dramatically through the seasons from a veiled netting decked with hop like flowers, followed by a dense, lustrous-leaved umbrella. The foliage turns sunshine yellow in Autumn and finally falls at the onset of winter, revealing the bare bone structures of concertina contortions.
It is this gothic appearance which gave rise to my naming them after the three sisters of fate: Clotho, who spun the thread of life; Lachesis, who measured the length; and Atropos who ended the life of each mortal by cutting their thread. This is their finale:-
And many a gnarled trunk was there,
That ages long had stood,
Till Time had wrought them into shapes
Like Pan’s fantastic brood;
Or still more foul and hideous forms
That Pagans carve in wood!
Thomas Hood – The Elm Tree
And with a reminiscent glimpse of the Camperdown elms throughout the year, my thanks go to Lucy@LooseandLeafy for linking together 2012’s Tree Followers