Sirens
It was a lovely crisp frosty morning yesterday when I drove to my nearby wooded valley to do some coppicing for High Brown Fritillaries. As I was working I saw the opposite side of the valley was still in hard frost, so at our coffee break, I couldn't resist the call to get a couple of hand held macros of the sunlight touching the delicate frosted wands of grasses. The Sirens always call to me. Sirens is by I Like Trains, as it was first on my playlist today I thought I would use it as a title.
Sirens
It was a lovely crisp frosty morning yesterday when I drove to my nearby wooded valley to do some coppicing for High Brown Fritillaries. As I was working I saw the opposite side of the valley was still in hard frost, so at our coffee break, I couldn't resist the call to get a couple of hand held macros of the sunlight touching the delicate frosted wands of grasses. The Sirens always call to me. Sirens is by I Like Trains, as it was first on my playlist today I thought I would use it as a title.