On The Edge …
… of the dark vasty deep, of the water treatment plant. Some say an off smell drifts from it but I only smell the sweetness of the earth, with the occasional whiff of active water – can’t smell ‘off’.
Gill and I started in the garden and there was not much to shoot at all, probably something to do with heat and dry – not much rain this year, and rising temperatures. Not encouraging.
So it was off to the local hot spot and though there wasn’t a lot to be found there was more than I could have anticipated, or seen alone.
Bugs were mating in the shade, some bugs dying too, and others just looking fantastic.
Magical nature, deeply touched. The earth turns on this stuff.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click those pictures for a closer look