Monday, May 4, 2015

And sail about the world to scenes unheard

Today was a warm and sunny day, such a day that it is a pity to be indoors attending meetings. While commuting to work, I saw a bird run over by a car, probably an Alauda arvensis or an Anthus. On April 19th I took photographs of fields waiting for summer to arrive.

(Posting title is from the poem The Skylark by John Clare.)

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