The post title almost says it all – yet another weekend of stunning autumn weather. Spent the first half of it stuck inside at work. (My own fault: overtime pay is almost unheard of in my line of work, and when it was offered, back in the summer, I reckoned on giving up a drear, damp day for my shilling.)
Fortunately, the Sunday was another corker.
The autumn colour has been superb this year, and I’d vowed that I would only take photos that captured the over-all effect, and, for once, not grub around in the leaf litter, taking close-ups of sparkly leaves catching the light.
It’s an unshakable resolve that I have. A will of iron.
Trees reflected upside down in water-droplets….
…didn’t take any of those either, after-all, I’ve already posted innumerable photos of that sort.
By Haweswater, I watched a bizarre relay – first a jay fussily coasting through a stand of trees like a tramp steamer calling in at every port/branch, then a wood-pecker, apparently disturbed by the jay, sky-writing a low-amplitude sine curve over the field, coming to land in a dead tree and, in its turn, putting up a wind-hover, a striped female, which glided away to a new perch by the water’s edge.
“….counter, original, spare, strange…”
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…