Even on miserable days, the clouds at Sun Rising can be inspiring. When life feels heavy, and little lifts the soul out of the grey, the ridge of Sun Rising Hill creates that thermal, breaking up the skies, and offering us moments of wonder.
I love this photograph. Not only does it show beautifully the rich diversity of cloud shapes and colours, but beneath it the many grasses of the wildflower meadow, now thoroughly run to seed. There is the tall false oat grass, the tight crested dogstail, the whiskered meadow barley and soft yorkshire fog, amongst a handful more I couldn’t identify for sure.
Nature is always a beautiful mixture of beauty in both its intricate detail and its vast expanses.