The bright field

This view, which to see you have to turn aside from the road past Knockdow House and look down through the trees, is one that I love - and one that the light can make special, just as, I discovered through the mysteries of Facebook, it was when I took exactly this view two years ago today. 

It also made me think of a favourite poem by R.S.Thomas, whose title gave me the heading for this blip:
The Bright Field
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the
pearl of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
(R.S.Thomas)

It fits, somehow, with my mood of yesterday, gone in the pleasure of a country walk in the midday sun.

And for anyone who notices such things, I took this with my camera rather than my phone. I felt I had the time and the weather to give it the extra attention that taking out a camera and fiddling with setting demands - and I'm rather taken with the result.