On the edge of vision

"And often when I wake at night, and listen to the silence, or wander far from people, in the greyness of the evening, or stand and look at quiet water having shadows over it, some vague image seems to hover on the skirt of vision, ever changing place and outline, ever flitting as I follow. This so moves me and hurries me in the eagerness and longing, that straightway all my chance is lost; and memory, scared like a wild bird, flies."

Lorna Doone by R. D. Blackmore

Adjusting settings

The only settings that needed adjustment today were my own. I realised I was in need of some time closer to nature.

 

Feeling lifted and refreshed from a short, muddy stroll down the track next to the railway line. Walking as a restorative act is much underrated.