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| Strathspey |
The colours of autumn are developing fast now. The birches
are more yellow than green, the aspen leaves pale and almost translucent, the
bracken a rusty faded orange. The woods shimmer and shine in low afternoon sun
creating an Impressionist-like wash of colour. In the meadows the grasses are
yellowing fast.
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High above a skein of geese called, one of the wild sounds
of autumn. They were heading south to lochs and stubble fields. A lonely
buzzard mewed overhead, a roe deer darted from meadow to woods as I approached.
The air was cold even in the sunshine and a breeze swept the land. Away in the
distance the high mountains came and went in waves of cloud. The first dusting
of snow was visible on Cairn Gorm, the start of winter up there.
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| A dusting of snow on Cairn Gorm |
There is no doubt now the season has changed. Summer is
gone. Winter approaches. And for a month or so there will be a final burst of
brightness and glorious colour before nature sinks into winter greyness that
will only be enlivened by frost and snow.
Beautiful series.
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