31 weeks ago by x
a still, sticky, golden evening saunter around litton reservoir... the sudden startling of birds, the bizarre architecture of desiccated reeds, hanging tentlike from lower boughs, a rummaging fox on the opposite shore, scorched grasses, and always and everywhere burnished by the dropping sun, backlighting and reflecting colours into a heady intensity. then home for a very welcome, very cold shower.
Style: Artificy
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