Our beautiful little winter sun, glitters and sparkles as it peeps over the horizon for a few hours a day. From where we stand in the northern hemisphere, the central star of our lives has dimmed and weakened so much it can barely rise from its nightly bed. It’s light so soft and weak that it no longer heats the air, but instead creates a dazzling display of low twinkles.
Rolling across the beautiful dark curves of the earth, the twinkling winter light holds the tears of the dying sun. Caressing her soft round hills, spilling his light across the cool still water, as the year rolls on, ever closer to its end.
Hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields, our own enchanting star dazzles all.
The dogs break the sun stars spell, splashing out across the mirror still water, dispersing cloud and sun reflections in their wake. New stars are born on the lips of splashes and ripples, creating new earth born magic of their own.
Taken up at Thriepsmuir reservoir, high above Edinburgh, at around 3pm, these images attempt to capture the incredible twinkle of winter sunlight across the hills and water. The reflections were almost perfect in the still air, and I love the way the lens flare scatters the light…….although I know deliberate lens flare isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Someone who shall again remain nameless thinks it’s over the top in the third image…..I’m showing the shots are just as they came out of the camera.