Printed on C-type Fuji Matt professional archival photographic paper.
Opposite my house in Solva is a collection of trees called Rook Wood. It is alive with rooks and jackdaws calling that gather there to roost at dusk. I love watching them arrive from a day of foraging in the fields as they always take a while to settle, blowing up from the trees in great noisy waves, doing a circle then falling back in to the canopy. In Spring the rooks build untidy nests and rear their young in the highest branches; I feel for them on windy days, stirring away as the trees flex with the gusts. On the wing though their is joy in their inky silhouettes, as they ride the power of the wind.