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January by the Tweed

Winter Tree

Winter Tree and Flying Ducks

Ignoring bruised ribs from a fall on the pavement, last week I walked out into the frosty countryside, down by the Tweed, up the lane and along back through the small wood.  All kinds of birds about, fieldfares making their curious chirring clatter of a noise in the beech wood, I think an alarm call.  Walking by the river I came up quiet close to these two swans, who were much engaged in feeding. (Yesterday I saw a black swan, flying along the river, something I haven’t seen for years).

Swans on the Tweed

Swans on the Tweed

 Swans on the Tweed ii

Swans on the Tweed ii

The light on this frosty day was delicate, and the snow seemed to mitigate the glare/darkness  that the camera produces in winter when it is pointed towards the sun.

Winter Cloud

Winter Cloud

Reflection

Reflection

Plants in Winter

Plants in Winter

Shades of Violet

Shades of  Blue-Violet

Snowfall the last few days, grey light. Need to get back to the studio, back to birds feeding outside the window, music, new ideas, work.

January 23, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 4 Comments

   

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