Around this time of year, as the season changes and the days get shorter, dawn and dusk last longer and the twilight is a strange pink-red that looks bright but is dark at the same time. The sunlight takes on a strange and unreal quality at either ends of the day. It has colour, it percolates through leaves and casts shadows that dance about the garden. It’s unpredictable and it doesn’t last long.
Here the setting sun is shining through the cherry, illuminating the leaves from behind, casting the branches and feeder in silhouette, conveniently reminding me that I need to get some more fat balls for the birds as we’ve run out and they’ll want stock for the winter. We probably need more nuts too.