Just an evening amble up the lane from Beaufront Woodhead towards Hadrian’s Wall, that demilitarized zone between Hexham and the empty uplands of Northumberland. The skies were clear, the light sharp and the fields gold. Far up, a hawk fluttered on the hot rising air:
I bend my stone arm up till the hawk
hovering over the hayfield
perches fluttering
on my wrist.
Norman MacCaig
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northumbrian : light 
I love this photo, the still and yet with the buzz of summer. Black and white makes it stand out.
Many thanks Hanne – agreed, the original in colour looks quite flat.
Even in black and white, the golden fields shimmer.
It was a fabulous evening and a fabulous light – very unusual – back to normal this afternoon 😦
Great light!
Definitely a case of ‘don’t moan when the good lady drags you out for a walk – and remember the camera’. A grand evening and I am glad I didn’t miss it.
🙂
I love Norman McCaig’s poetry. Your photo made me think of Sting singing ‘Fields of Gold’. Thank you.