on a dew laden morning.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
Aristotle
A foot to the right and I might have stepped on him. I love the mornings when the landscape is covered in dew. It’s rather like looking for a needle in a haystack but I set out into the pasture to look for this shot and there he was, clinging to a blade of grass.
They are very vulnerable until their wings dry and every so often he would flutter them to shake off more dew.
It’s the tiny moments like this that I enjoy…truly something of the marvelous!
it's (almost always) about the water... 