Friday, August 24, 2007

Morning light, mist and heather.

The wild wind that whips the sea to spray and spindrift has softened all the land with a pale veil of mist. Up close the light makes all sharp as I walk through the dew damp grass with an early morning low sun shadow.

From a distance the landscape becomes layered like a Japanese woodcut.

And we seek the heather, my dark shadow cat and I. The flowers are almost past their best and are turning to a familiar rusty glow amongst the purple.

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