Evening walk

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

Field of light

(click on the image to enlarge)


  1. Hanne T. Fisker · July 2, 2014

    I love this photo, the still and yet with the buzz of summer. Black and white makes it stand out.

    • northumbrianlight · July 2, 2014

      Many thanks Hanne – agreed, the original in colour looks quite flat.

  2. LaVagabonde · July 2, 2014

    Even in black and white, the golden fields shimmer.

    • northumbrianlight · July 2, 2014

      It was a fabulous evening and a fabulous light – very unusual – back to normal this afternoon 😦

  3. suej · July 2, 2014

    Great light!

    • northumbrianlight · July 2, 2014

      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.

      • suej · July 2, 2014


  4. safia · July 4, 2014

    I love Norman McCaig’s poetry. Your photo made me think of Sting singing ‘Fields of Gold’. Thank you.

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