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.
Showing posts with label Hawkhill Enclosure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hawkhill Enclosure. Show all posts
Thursday, 3 February 2022
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.
Labels:
autumn,
Hawkhill Enclosure,
New Forest,
pine,
sunsets
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