It may be midwinter but I am busy getting together the sketches for my August book and they transport me back to bold blue skies and summer grasses.
You can see redshanks throughout the summer though in less numbers than in winter . . .
I don’t expect all of these redshank sketches will make it to the book but some will.
They race past the spit and along the edges of the salt marsh. The spartina, a salt marsh grass and one of the first plants to colonise a salt marsh, is festooned with ripening seeds.
On a low tide the August sun streams down into the depths of the muddy creek. The light plays on the patterns of mud and draws shadows around the redshank.
I love watching the redshank deep in the creek.
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