Taking a familiar route the scenery has been transformed by the low sun and the snow on the Ochil Hills over in Fife.
Gone are the flowers, aside from a few stubborn gorse, and the farmer's crop of wheat has gone into waterlogged/icebound hibernation.
With nature drawing in its horns, there's not much to entertain at the macro level. But the scenery is at its most majestic.
PS Look no pylon!
Indeed it is; you've written a poem about it in words and pictures, all beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat is so kind of you. Not sure about poetry but every picture tells a story!
DeleteIt’s very photogenic isn’t it? Love the last photo.
ReplyDeleteWe are lucky to have this so near. (I would just like to remove that pylon from the first photo!)
DeleteA job for Photoshop or Lightroom?
DeleteI've had a shot, Sue - see the PS!
DeleteNow you see it, now you don’t very good.
Deletewow you took beautiful photos, new follower here, I really enjoy this kind of mini 'adventure' post, hope to see more posts from you!
ReplyDeleteThanks for calling by Kim. Kind comments always gratefully received!
DeleteSo beautiful, especially with the disappeared pylon 😁
ReplyDeleteI hesitate to mention this, but there is a song about a pylon! It is by The Fall - "Mother Sister". Mark E Smith at his most ascerbic...
DeleteYou could have had that as your blogpost song 😊
DeleteI must say that lone pylon would have spoilt your photo, but in general, I don’t mind seeing a string of pylons. I used to think of them as giants, so I still quite like that thought
acerbic
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