Dripping with honesty


The membrane of each flattened seed pod, along with the seed, has almost entirely disappeared. Despite this its identity is, if anything, even more obvious.


Still loving my macro prime 🙂

Painting with light

This morning the early sun tipped over the rooftops and shone the yellow leaves of a small silver birch to a fountain of firework brightness.

This afternoon a lightbrush washed leisurely lines behind the trees.


Round the corner we marvelled at a sky full of fiery scarlet scales. By the time we reached home a few minutes later they were gone.