4.30am dropped my son off to catch a coach to Silverstone...some little car race he was keen to watch...and made straight for the river. Put in at 5.00am and headed up stream sedately, noislessly, a part of the river...
Pre-dawn light, cool air and silent running...
From the left a shot of electric blue straked the flat grey light, and left me wondering why I'd brought my camera...Kingfisher illusion, slight of wing, occult acrobat...
Paddling on, spotted a break in the reeds, and pulled too...sat a while and listened to the chattering Reed Warblers while the sun burst through and woke the day...
Reed Warbler in there somewhere...
Rounded a gentle bend and caught the magic that is nature's presentation...
Early light threw colour into shade and contrast into HD...
Swans, canot blanc, like ghostly voyageurs sailed toward me...
Wide stretches...
Magical drifts...
Found a place to pull over...and contemplate...
On the way buzzards, Yaffles, Heron, all came on me suddenly...The Heron was tucked in the reed bed, and neither of us new of the others presence, until we were within striking distance, leaving no time to get a picture.
After a relaxing few hours, the early 15thC bridge of Stopham came into view...aned the end to a perfect begining of a Sunday...
Pre-dawn light, cool air and silent running...
From the left a shot of electric blue straked the flat grey light, and left me wondering why I'd brought my camera...Kingfisher illusion, slight of wing, occult acrobat...
Paddling on, spotted a break in the reeds, and pulled too...sat a while and listened to the chattering Reed Warblers while the sun burst through and woke the day...
Reed Warbler in there somewhere...
Rounded a gentle bend and caught the magic that is nature's presentation...
Early light threw colour into shade and contrast into HD...
Swans, canot blanc, like ghostly voyageurs sailed toward me...
Wide stretches...
Magical drifts...
Found a place to pull over...and contemplate...
On the way buzzards, Yaffles, Heron, all came on me suddenly...The Heron was tucked in the reed bed, and neither of us new of the others presence, until we were within striking distance, leaving no time to get a picture.
After a relaxing few hours, the early 15thC bridge of Stopham came into view...aned the end to a perfect begining of a Sunday...