Raspberry Rippled

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Wheat fields ripen to raspberry ripples
The hot frayed edges of day unravel
Into the decaying suns light

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About greenmackenzie

Hi, I'm Seonaid, and I share my home with my husband, my son and a collection of cats and dogs. I am forever snapping shots of things which catch my eye. I love art which is here now and gone tomorrow...like food and nature...but also have a passion for vintage and the ancient past! Nature is my favourite muse, with her wild ever shifting seasons. I have been using and teaching mindfulness and relaxation for over 12 years, and have yet to become any sort of expert :-) I'm a Psychotherapist, and run the Maggies Highlands Cancer Centre, in Inverness, Scotland.
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29 Responses to Raspberry Rippled

  1. Erco Travels says:

    Wow, magnificent shots! nice captures, Seonaid.

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  2. adinparadise says:

    Absolutely magical words and images, Seonaid. πŸ™‚

  3. wisejourney says:

    Glorious. Can’t sleep it is way too warm. Just heard the first thunder crack….wonderful

  4. ladyfi says:

    Gorgeous raspberry ripples!

  5. Worth waiting for! Looks very different from the Pennsylvania countryside I’m used to. Very pretty indeed, beautiful place. D

  6. icelandpenny says:

    At first it looked so autumnal! But looking/considering more closely, and I must add reading other comments, I realize it is just the rosy sun tinting the grain heads — magical, as others have said

  7. ginnietom says:

    uhhh, like an artwork or old painting in image no. 2….magic — thereΕ› fairy dust in today’s blog post…gr8^^

  8. Caro Woods says:

    Love the title you have chosen for this.

  9. Fabulous – shame the local weather changed for the final day of the Open but 3 days out of 4 was much better than most years.

    • Oh it certainly was better than most years…… the East Coast beaches are wonderful, but always several degrees cooler than than just a mile or two inland, and of course far windier…….what attracts us on very hot days may not be so perfect when the weather cools down….the perils of coastal beauty!

  10. Lucid Gypsy says:

    Golden words of the golden hour.

  11. frizztext says:

    actually every evening’s work:
    to unravel the hot frayed edges of day…

    • It’s so true isn’t it Frizz. The evening is the time to smooth away the action of day into the cool serenity of rest, letting go of what has been, to allow sleep to follow.

  12. Beautiful time of the day… and I love the unraveling of “hot frayed edges” of the day… beautiful expression.

  13. Amy says:

    Breathtaking shot!

    • Wow, thank you…..I was captivated by the unravelling light, which began by intensifying into apricot, and then dissolved into fading pink. Reflected across the rippling fields it was beautiful.

  14. Colline says:

    Stunning. The colours in the sky seem to be reflected on the fields.

    • Colline, that’s exactly the effect I was trying to capture, so your comment makes me very happy. The wispy whiskers of the wheat seemed to catch the pink light in shifting bands, it was very ephemeral.

  15. Absolutely beautiful shots with a gorgeous palette of lovely pastels.

    • Isn’t nature wonderful with her creative palette. I saw the sky turning apricot pink, so jumped in the car and headed quickly to these nearby fields which roll into the Pentland Hills. It was even more beautiful than I had hoped.

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