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Friday Photo #16 Dawn on the River Wick
Now the season is shifting, and the insects no longer such an issue, I am back up the river for my dawn walks. I tried to take some photos on my phone for here, but they aren’t as sharp as I would like, so I am sharing one from last year.
Along the river, this time of year is sumptuously special . The season changes almost daily, maturing rapidly, frantic feeding, hurried last-minute nutrient collection, arriving migrants, some passing through, others staying, then the dark and cold sleep of winter.
Watch this space; I might even live-tweet my dawn walks (which these days incorporates a wee bit of running too, aged and damaged knee willing) from time to time, such as here and here.