Grey days like today are a real struggle, the drama often isn't in the skies as photographers like myself would like, but there is little light to photograph the wildlife, well without pumping up the ISO and risking lots of noise! It's even more frustrating when you have some superb photo opportunities that you just can't really take.
Brilliant sunshine sparkled in the large drops of water, hanging heavily from the dew soaked blackthorn leaves and frost tinged grass, low mist clung to the river valley and the chill of an autumnal morning filled the air with a cold crispness that only the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness can offer up. A chiffchaff called from high in the willows, a last vestige of summer now keeping company with Blue Tits.
beolens wrote:Another round up post of the last few days, but made it to the mile stone of 100 Largest Birds species on the patch for 2016.With summer now arriving quickly the air is alive with the screeches of Common Tern, and the bubbling of House Martin, Sand Martin and Swallow, but today also signalled the arrival of the Common Swift, as a few of the scimitar shaped birds dissected the skied in amazing feats of speed.
The soundscape of the patch was one of autumn today, the metallic trill of multiple Skylarks as they passed overhead on their journey to places unknown, the soft "tseep" of Redwings as the small winter thrushes moved through en mass, the occasional throaty rattle of Crows as they squabble over the remaining acorns, calls of the smaller birds, rather then tuneful songs of spring and summer, with the low, brilliant sunshine lighting the Ouse Valley in a golden glow autumn was definitely the feel of the day.
White, formless clouds filled the sky spreading dull, shadowless light across the land, hiding all texture and artistry in the landscape around me. The uninspiring light made it difficult to pick out the beauty in natures bounty today. The usual lurid, bright flash of blue as a Kingfisher darts past up river was turned dark, the vibrancy of autumns colours turned monochromatic in the dismal light of the day, no bright yellows and oranges, reds and chestnut, instead shades of dull brown.
I was greeted by a wall of white and orange as I opened my front door this morning. A thick mist, barely letting the golden leaves of autumn through its deep, pale, layers. Ponderously walking the busy main road, that separates my home from the open fields, cars and lorries loomed out at me like behemoths from a graphic novel. The old church yard stood, pooled in mist, a visage straight from a horror film, but a day late for children's adventures, trick or treating, on Halloween.
The Wild Flower Meadow is part of the Ouse Valley park system and sits between the Grand Union Canal and the Main Pits of the Floodplain Forest Nature Reserve with the River Ouse, and it's path, providing the third border for the fields, a thick hedge making up the last.