Tonight we lit our first Firebowl of the Summer, something I always really look forward to... Fragrant woodsmoke drifting into a pale turquoise sky, the forlorn distant cry of the Peacock who lives in the valley, and the black silhoetted leaves of our Whitebeam that this particular twilight held the faintest wisp pale edge of the newborn Moon between a leafen forefinger and thumb.
How many vaporous faces do you see here in the wreathing smoke? And how many glinting eyes?
We usually sit quietly sipping malt whisky listening to the night sounds unfold as the sky deepens, much like this post of last Summer...
But tonight our eldest daughter joined us for an impromptu exciting late night, so there was much chatting about fires and foxes and not much listening to night sounds! It was lovely to share the fire with her and a shame little sister missed it, tucked up fast asleep indoors exhausted by a busy day of painting and paddling pools!
I was astounded at the pictures my hybrid camera managed... I still haven't learnt how to use it properly, but the more I zoomed in the more abstract and dramatic the images became.
I think many more summer nights of fires and friends must follow...
