Heather above Aber Mawr
21st August
The cool before dawn, the peace. To stand there, waiting, waiting and watching, as the heather glows and the dew falls before the sun rises – this is peace.
As the last exposure ends, a flock of chough fly below, over the still green waters, their calls the first of this new day.
Strange low misty clouds from nowhere suddenly dominate the morning sky. A cool, vapoury feel to the air. They seem to herald the changing of the seasons. Autumn makes its presence felt. Summer is ending, now.
A few hours later, as the skies clouded, “I caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striving High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing in his ecstasy! then off, off forth on a swing…”
A bee negotiating the open window to sup nectar from the basil plant that flowers on my window sill. It returned all day, and sups now, as I write, buzzing the delicate white petals.
The afternoon one of steady grey drizzle. Does anything glow like a buttercup in the rain?
Stag at dusk, high on a crag; grey silhouette of primal mystery in the still sea mist; moving slowly down from a silent horizon.