At journey's end.

The crows all congregated in a tree before, with a mass of cawing, they took flight like a black sheet being shaken vigourously.

Lola off to her bed. The other hens have already gone up to roost leaving Lola out in this brilliant pink light.

The oak tips glow with the last of the sunlight.

...Proof positive that we live in a rainbow's arc.

The mountains to the left of us,, golden and lush.

The sun sinking below the horizon.