Summer passing

Summer is drawing towards its end and the chillier nights are creeping in, but there is still warmth when the sun is high. Marian and I walked today on Ognaheia amidst overwhelming beauty: sparkling dew on tendrils of spider-silk, sunlight filtering into the dark places through the shivering silver birch, the red of the rowan and the woodland toadstools against the late-summer foliage, the blue intensity of the sky going on forever. As ever it seems impossible to catch these images on camera, but I have attempted to do so and will share the best with you.

Setting out from the farm.
Setting out from the farm.
Walking east into the morning sun.
Walking east into the morning sun.
Marian.
Marian.
Amanita muscaria.
Amanita muscaria.
Standing alone.
Standing alone.
From the tiny...
From the tiny…
... to drooping splendour.
… to drooping splendour.
... the woodland floor was replete...
… the woodland floor was replete…
... with reams of toadstools.
… with reams of toadstools.
This magnificent creature joined our mid-morning snack, bringing his newly-caught food with him.
This magnificent creature joined our mid-morning snack, bringing his newly-caught food with him.
Sparkling with reflected light.
Sparkling with reflected light.
Seemingly unafraid.
Seemingly unafraid.
Late-blooming heather.
Late-blooming heather.
Dewdrops scattering sunlight.
Dewdrops scattering sunlight.
More magnificent fungi.
More magnificent fungi.
And evidence of tiny creatures we couldn't even see.
And evidence of tiny creatures we couldn’t even see.
And a final flourish of red before the end.
And a final flourish of red before the end.

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