Refugees of Winter
Sunset in early June is at 21:10 and looking back, it's hard to imagine how I survived the mid-afternoon sunsets of December. Brighton is 50.84° north of the equator and night descends gradually over the space of one hour. After the sun set at Fulking Escarpment, I walked a few miles to the bus stop and it was still quite light by the time I arrived. On the way, I heard two baby Roe deer talking to each other and their mother in a field. Their call is high pitched and very rarely used, so it was a great privilege to be among the few people who have heard it. The temperature on Sunday reached 22°C, but it felt like early April on a Wednesday visit to the Seven Sisters. I prefer to shoot landscapes when the weather is unsettled. Picnic weather is good for wildlife photography. I'm glad to have the choice between two genres.
![Rabbit and Daisies](https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5569/14067712868_4c5229693f_b.jpg)
![Rabbit in Meadow](https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2920/14132214178_f1e5e94e28_b.jpg)
![Roe Buck](https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5115/14204447925_b129baf10e_c.jpg)
![Fulking Escarpment](https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3918/14194730747_9c937d7831_b.jpg)
![Heavy Showers, Seven Sisters](https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3910/14371172683_7cbdb4c5b8_b.jpg)
![Seven Sisters, mid-summer](https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2923/14353872612_27ce02baf5_b.jpg)
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