
This sequence of pictures was taken during an evening walk as temperatures started to cool off after a scorcher of a day. While not technically correct – they’re dark and indistinct – their atmosphere is sweet, for me at least.


The ingredients too could be said, by some, not to amount to much: wild flowers and grasses, a few houses, an almost invisible dry stone wall with barbed wire fence, the whole topped off with a cloudy sky, the sun having gone for another day.
Not much seemed more than enough.
Just a few steps from here, we’d happened upon a trace of rabbits playing on the long-abandoned remains of an all-weather pitch. Their collective noun ‘trace’ was appropriate, as they melted into the brambles and long grass when we arrived, leaving just a trace in our minds of their small, bounding bodies and white tails.
It felt good to know that they too were out and about, enjoying the quiet of the evening.
I’m sharing the first picture for TreeSquare.
Great photo!
Thank you!
“Not technically correct”? If a picture is meant to convey place, time, mood, spirit, and half a hundred other things, then these are very technically correct. I love the muted tones, that mysterious rosy-peachy-lavendery color of the air, and the sense of rest. These are gorgeous.
You’re very kind as always – that’s lovely to hear.
Beautiful light.
It was more afterglow than sunset, as if the day didn’t really want to end.
oh these are beautiful, and so glad you made one square so they could be part of #TreeSquare
Luckily one had a decent-sized tree in it too!
always helps!
Dream 💖🦋
Thank you!
What a wonderful post – just what I need at this moment in time. Thanks, Susan.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I’m with Oddment. All the way.
You’re both very kind.
I’m another in agreement with Oddment
Thanks, Derrick.
I agree with Oddment, nothing not technically correct about these photos. And you can never go wrong with sunsets!
Sunsets do seem to be hard-wired into our psyche, perhaps to signal it is time to relax and rest.
A beautiful end to the day.
It was. Thanks, Eliza.