Made of Sand and Sky


They flowed through the summer evening on tawny wings, catching the breeze, mastering the air channels and racing the contours of the land.

Up the tight valley they poured, like sand in an hourglass, crimped together where the hills squeezed the stream, spread like butter as it levelled over fields.

Banking and veering on scimitar wings, short stubby V tails finessing the flow patterns as the sand bank rushed in, full of open mouths.

Gaping maws, orange as you like, awaiting a plug of bug and mayfly to be inserted deep into new Sand Martin throat.

New life, hungry life, preparing for Africa. 

About the author

Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

Related Posts

Jason

05/30/2020

Wagtail Dance

Jason

05/08/2020

An Ode to Greens

{"email":"Email address invalid","url":"Website address invalid","required":"Required field missing"}

Never miss a good story!

 Subscribe to my newsletter to keep up with the latest tales!

>