There was a smudge of navy blue painted onto a peachy sky. Nothing had changed but the eery manifestation of fading light, on a winter’s evening.
The drama of moments passing. And WE were there.
My lens captured the scene. But the sound of the moorhens cooing, and of our footsteps through the darkening meadow remain as memories captured in our hearts, for now.
Love, love, love that top photo. That's the one that grabs me. But all three are beautiful, thoughtful shots.
Thank you Kathleen! I agree that sometimes it's just the feeling you get when you take or look at a photograph that counts…..I'm trying to allow myself a bit more "smudginess"…….
You are a magician Catherine….looking at a scene and capturing its essence and beauty in word and picture!
Thank you so much Donna, your words are very kind and mean a lot to me:~)
Perfect in every way Catherine. What else can I say….except thank you.
Thanks Jane x
Thank you for sharing these beautiful moments with us, the peace and colours are so lovely. Sarah x
Ah thanks Sarah, peachy skies with smudgy navy clouds are a winner with me any day…..
These photos are beautiful, but I especially love your thought about the memory truly being captured in the heart. Cameras help us remember, but I think the richness of those moments resides deep inside us.
Mary Anne…..I agree and sometimes the images of those times can spark those lovely memories that reside deep inside us too…..
Moorhens, Moorhens…I just want to keep saying it. Why I wonder? They sound like magic birds, living all their lives on the moor, seen only in the gloaming. But I don't know. Please tell me what they look like? And what they sound like? I also have to tell you that when I saw that simple word "friendship", my heart rose up just for an instant. My body does that. Often my pores are wide open to the light, the dawn, the sounds of birds…
Susie….thank you for asking about the moorhens and for describing how your heart rises up……you really have such a gift with imagery!! Moorhens are like little black ducks but with red beaks. They actually live in the marshes and swim on the little lake here. They sound a bit like land loving hens actually and they kind of warble a bit too. They are shy creatures, so much so that I almost never catch a photo of one. But I often see and mostly HEAR them when I am swimming or walking on the shore…..I know what you mean but you have said it so beautifully about having your pores open to the light, the dawn and the sounds of birds xx Thank you!! xx
I'm loving that top shot. Beautiful Catherine. And the thought that we keep memories in so many different ways.
Thanks Annie…..yes so many different ways….
Oh how I adore that time of evening and you captured it brilliantly! L-O-V-E!!!
navy and peach are not colours I associate with the sky, but I see them in your images and they are beautifully fitting.
Wow – gorgeous shots.
Thank you Helen……taken during the golden hour!