Walking in the Rain

There’s been a lot of rain this week. Quite a lot of it fell on my day off, when I went for a walk by a river. I snatched some photos on my phone…

The roads were wet and the river was full. Brown, muddy water, moving much too quickly for my liking.

Mossy trees.

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Bowed and broken branches.

Dark fields.

Spring is not here yet. Not here. Not quite.

Into the Distance

Taken yesterday.

I love the layers of this landscape: the way it repays closer scrutiny. The shadows, the tree, the puddles. The road; the obvious. Moving out into the open. The new fence and the older gateposts. Then, the abandoned gatepost in the field to the left. Memories, in the land, of older boundaries and routes. Dark, the dotted line of the molehills, mapping a subterranean system older than the farmland above it.

Fading, changing, working. In the far distance, the cold aloofness of the hills.