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.

(The beginning of 'The Bright Field', by R.S. Thomas, quoted in the previous post)

The image was taken at Loch Lomond, on a sparkling day in April last year, just as the Iceland volcano stopped flights to and from Europe and delayed my return to Australia for a week. How sad.