On this bleak grey day I walked down to the reservoir. The storm has ripped most of the remaining leaves from the branches and the sky was leaden. It looked like snow. Then suddenly the sun came out and illuminated the water. At this time of the year the sudden light on the water is dazzling and brilliant. The shining water was visible through the trees by the shore, a seldom seen glimpse of silver from this particular path
I made some quick sketches and notes but it was too cold to stay long.
There was a single white feather caught in the dark branches and many inky black coot on the shoreline.
Back home I made some black and white sketches:
It’s dark at 4.30….