Field by River Tweed

A dark afternoon, just flashes of sun.  So much brown, in layers of fallen leaves, earth, branches, flower husks, ploughed fields; and then the contrast of the brilliant green of the spring sowing, and the dark green of crocus spears in the garden. New Year’s Eve.  No carousing for me.  I expect there will be fireworks on the green, with cracks and hisses and scintillations that will scatter through our peace.  Happy New Year to you all.

Cheviots, Snow, Fields, River Tweed,

Willow by the Tweed

Under the Bridge

River Trees 2

The River Leet is this curious greeny grey at the moment, rather like liquid clay, and the overhanging tree echoes the colours of the water, in which there is scarcely any reflection on this sunny winter’s day.

Trees by River Leet 1

Fungus and Ice

A fleshy fungus down by the River Leet, with a medallion and a tongue of ice in the centre of its whorls.

Winter Sun

Standing on Coldstream Bridge I crossed the road determined not to photograph again towards the sun, but the reflection of the tree caught my eye, and the oddness of the dark pink sunspots pleased me, and I thought the whole thing photographed like a painting. It has been a very pretty day, but as the sun went down, suddenly the air grew sharp and I realised my fingers were frozen. Watched the football last night, at the end of the match the London clubs were playing in a blizzard.  That’ll close the whole of London down for a few hours, then…..

Snowy Cheviots, Pink Clouds

New Moon above River Tweed, Christmas Day