Last Night

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I went alone to the estuary last night, hoping to catch the moon on the water. The night before, the whole back garden was filled with the most amazing blue light, and I knew I should have gone out to capture it, but I put it off until last night. Well, last night had NO MOON! I just don’t know where it was, but the sky was dark as dark. I waited, hoping that it would clear, but it never did.

I did however capture these lights on the water;  boats, street lights and passing trains on the far distant shoreline. The sounds were incredible, light steel rings against sailposts, odd coo-coo’s of birds, the sucking of insects in the sand. Add to this the gentle warm evening breeze, and you have what was to me a moment of perfect bliss..but I did wish I’d seen just a little of the moons face..

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Dartmoor 2

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We were here yesterday, on Crowcombe Hill…oh so beautiful, and such a relief to see a tiny bit of blue sky..I forgot my camera though, so no pictures.

The rain is back again today, but I don’t mind it so much after my trip out. I wanted to have some more hills here, so here are a few more from my trip to Dartmoor the other day..

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I love to watch the distant dots of people in a wild open landscape. There is some primal rhythm to sitting high on a rock surveying distant movements. Something about these tiny marks of humans in wide open spaces endlessly intrigues my eye.

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And then you are alone again.

Sounds carry gently in these spaces – the echo and slide of stones moving underfoot, a wave of invisible laughter on wings across the open grass. The lick of breeze on the wild flowers and bracken. Cows calling to their calves. A birds scattered call.

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The scent of green, rich and clean, imbued with stone..as if it could fill your blood with iron from just a breath.

Sometimes I want to lie down for hours and sink it in.

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