perfect greys

this morning I was lucky enough to spot a grey heron perched on the top of one of our conifers. he has always frequented our grounds but never has he posed for me with such majesty. indeed, this is the first time I have seen him (or her) for over a year.






















































. . . now who thinks grey is not a beautiful colour?

unreal

friday 5th october
7am . . .






For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e’er resign’d,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling’ring look behind?


thomas gray
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22