A pale cerulean-blue sky – crisscrossed with misty white vapour trails of planes - a modern art canvas; paint casually, thrown from the artists brush; white clouds tinged salmon-pink hanging over the blue-grey mountains; just before sunrise – white wreaths of mist lingering over the fields and valley wood mirroring the vapour trails above. A lone Buzzard calls ...
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It is 5am on May Day morning and we leave the house to a blackbird chorus. First light has lightened the landscape but the sun hasn’t yet risen. We drive through empty streets, stopping at traffic lights for non-existent cars. Gulls and pigeons flock on the roads, slow to move as we approach. This is […]
Wild Crocuses and Stubble Turnips. Blue skies flick a switch for spring. Bats and brimstone butterflies break hibernation, midges rise and fall in columns, blackbirds grow territorial and sparrows toy with (and squabble over) nesting material. The mud crusts and dries in ridges and tiny, young nettle and goosegrass leaves make a green flush under […]
2021 / 32 19:30 – 21:30Mild, calm and still evening. Light cloud cover. It has been very windy again the past couple of days from the north and east, but this evening – Thursday – after a long day at work, a calmness has descended, the light has changed and the wind has got bored […]
Rebecca Welshman It is one o’clock on a mid-December afternoon. The sun has barely risen above the band of spruce on the nearby hill. Rays of light tentatively brush the edges of frozen puddles. Here, just out of reach of the warmth of the midday sun, the ice will remain for days. The temperature creeps […]
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