In the early afternoon rain-clouds swept across the valley and a painter took down his easel to protect his work. ' How do you cope with the light changing so dramatically,' I asked?
'Paint over it,' he replied.
Such beautiful light is rare these last weeks so I seize the moment. Later, I linger over the changing light and the wonder of it. I go for verisimilitude, to catch what weather and season give, so I show light and colour as they appear to me. I show change through an image sequence so that's why the painter's comment puzzled me.
The tall spindle close to the lake was almost bare of leaves. Spindle, Red Cascade, was glorious with bright orange seeds in pink capsules and leaves of rich red, its twigs with soft green lichen. I look to compose an aesthetically pleasing image, hoping to reveal pattern in wild tangles of foliage. If I can also show botanical detail to effect then I feel satisfied.
Somewhere in Scots pine mistle thrush are calling and a flock of long-tailed tits moves through the trees.
The news is full of dire warnings of avian 'flu which caused so caused havoc in wild bird populations throughout the year, and in domestic flocks.