Stretch out thine hand toward heaven, that there may be darkness over the land

On my birthday Arturo and I made a picnic of salad and cheesecake and travelled on buses across London to get to Richmond Park. Almost all of the grass and shrubs were flattened and burnt brown, and everywhere we saw dead trees and piles of chopped wood and logs. So we lay in the leaves with our heads against a log to eat the picnic, with a glimpse of the blue lake just beyond. Then we crawled under some logs and climbed up fallen trees, and I took these pictures as the sun was getting low and all around us glowed orange.