No, not a homage to Newcastle United – although many of my birding friends may worship at the altar of St James’ Park, my best mate is a ‘boro fan and I’m a lifelong tiger, but a thought about how we perceive the world around us. We were out today and the low cloud base turned our normal colourful world into a gothic horror; skeletal bare branches reaching skywards, adorned with the horror film silhouettes of crows, rooks and jackdaws. Stripped of colour and texture it was a world of form and contrast aligned along the greyscale. Even Roe Deer were reduced to just a differently shaped shade of grey against the background of the grass, and the shades of the distant, and not-so-distant, hills revealed perspective in the colourless panorama. Shapes, shades, interleaved, interlinked, interlocked.
A black-and-white world
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