There is a time in the day, just as the sun is setting, between daylight and darkness, the soft light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon - twilight, that drains the colour from the landscape.
Late yesterday afternoon from my window, I watched as the hills on the far side of the loch transformed into a pen and ink drawing moments before night-time washed them away.
2 comments:
Lighting makes such a difference, doesn't it?
you are so right about the pen and ink appearance of the scenery. Just got back from Ullapool and I thought the hills looked like the drawings in the Wainwright books.
Angela
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