Drifting

Walking out into the marsh is always a bit surreal. Nothing seems to happen there, it's an oasis, yet in the distance there are houses and sirens and motorbikes. But for a while, all that disappears and all that remains is the grass drifting with the wind and the sound of birds calling.

Even after the ravages of winter, in places the grass towers above me, the likes of which I've not seen elsewhere. Looking up, I could set the tips against a bland sky, making a monochromatic image. The grasses form a pattern for the most part against a contrasting patch of negative space. Soft focus drifting into nothing adds a dreamlike feeling to the image.

Most of the day it had rained, save for an hour of snow.