Evening sharpness

When you catch the last rays of a setting sun, they can paint the landscape so bright it’s like you’re seeing it for the first time. Every twig, every blade of grass is razor sharp, cut from light.

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Tonight was coppery again, with berry bushes and trees glowing in fiery shades of red and brown.

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We saw our house from a nearby hill where I’ve taken many photographs without realising that you can actually see the red gable with its attic window!

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The birds were chirping and the air was almost warm, but the chill was still rising from the ground and there were patches of ice and snow in the deepest hollows of the forest. Earlier this afternoon it was really windy, but by now it had calmed down and there was just a mild breeze that chased the wavelets towards the shore.

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