Showing posts with label Hawkhill Enclosure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hawkhill Enclosure. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 February 2022

Anarchy in the New Forest

Anarchy roughly means 'having no ruler', and by no means has to denote a state chaos, death and destruction; I think our scribe here has misunderstood. I know the Sex Pistols wanted 'to destroy passers by', but this isn't an interpretation of anarchy I'd endorse.

Sunday, 5 November 2017

Golden light

The light had had a golden hue to it all afternoon, as the oblique autumn sunlight  has, though with the approach of sunset came a brief period when the golden hue intensified, bathing the pines which border Hawkhill in a rich and sumptuous gilded bronze light.  Beautiful, man. In only a few minutes the show is over, the light having lost its intensity. I like the way moments like this feel.