The last of autumn; larch trees on Wapley Hill, November 29th 2008
A fine sunset last night for the end of November; cold and darkening at 4.30pm, the sky silver blue with slashes of pink.
The season begins in silence and cold; minus five degrees celsius at 8am this morning in the courtyard. A quiet, motionless morning, not a breath of wind, the landscape all pale silvers and greys and white fields of frost.
On the way to Ludlow the fields were starting to steam, the frost being gently burned off by the sun, and the landscape seemed fluid, shifting, the trees black and still. By the time we drove back the frost had gone, although the air was cold all day.
With the frosting gone the fields' neatness could be seen; swathes of corduroy browns and chocolates, neat hedges, bare trees.
On the way to Ludlow the fields were starting to steam, the frost being gently burned off by the sun, and the landscape seemed fluid, shifting, the trees black and still. By the time we drove back the frost had gone, although the air was cold all day.
With the frosting gone the fields' neatness could be seen; swathes of corduroy browns and chocolates, neat hedges, bare trees.
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