Out, following my feet while the sun was still up, but softening. A road through the parkland of an old estate, fringed by fields with domestic beasts. Ponies (joined by a dozen fallow deer); a tumbling pool of lambs curious at a gate while their Mums munched on rich meadow grass; distant cows chewing in a corner.
Mostly black's and chaffinch in the birdscape and commoners' ponies on the return. The sun was sinking now. Clusters of cloud covered much of the sky but still held onto their individuality, showing strong contrasts from grey and white to blue creeping between.
The sun sank to orange, interfering with a treed horizon, under-lighting the clouds; touching the inverted peaks with a pale orange brush. The far cloud edge thinned towards the sun, pushing out filaments that caught the colour. Edge lit the folds of vapour glowed like translucent marble.
Fading light reduced the colour palette, but highlighted whites; the hedgerow may, the pale garden rhododendrons. Almost back, keeping to roads now to avoid the mud.
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