Saturday 26 December 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

The distant hills are sharply defined, a dark, bruised blue.  Jays, raucous as scrapping cats, call from the firs, and a tiny olive warbler emerges momentarily in the willow hedge.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely descriptions. I also love your sidebar shadow portrait....

The Crow said...

So many great images - bruised blue hills, cat-scrappy jays. It is always a pleasure to visit here, Lucy.

:)

Lucy said...

Thanks friends, nice to see you. Will try to get back more often.