Through these dull dormant days of early March I have been hunting colour. The slate grey or pale icy blue skies of February have dissolved like ink in water to create the complex piles of swiftly moving cloud that are reminiscent of John Masefield’s mad March days. “Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack/ Butting through the Channel in the mad March days” is a couplet from “Cargoes” which takes me back to childhood and the schoolroom where I mentally searched for exciting imagery to fuel my day dreams and remove me from the dust and detritus of arithmetic and equations. It seems to have worked as I now can find beautiful imagery in everything that surrounds me but have trouble adding up a shopping bill.
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Nice pictures.
Lovely lines of light crossing these landscapes. You seem to have been successful in your hunt for colour! And the skies are wonderful, I love those racing clouds. We even had some here yesterday.
I feel really lucky when these moments happen
The colour you’ve found is amazing 🙂
It’s there – just needs a little bit of uncovering.
I just loved the phrase ‘hunting for colour’. the other night at 3 in the morning my little son told me he’d found a rainbow.
I think these two phrases will make a story for me, thanks for the inspiration!
You are going to put Hockney out of business 😉
Oh for a trillionth of his business:)
Well, you certainly did find some color, capturing it for the less fortunate among us to see and enjoy. I can’t wait to see those skies return here. Enough with the gray flannel skies!
My sentiments exactly, John
By George you found it!
Top hole, old thing:)
Ah, your mad March days are very different from the “March Madness” days we have in the States. It involves a nationwide college men’s basketball tournament!
Now you see how wide is the Atlantic Ocean:)
Now you see how wide the Atlantic Ocean is:)
Very cool skies and you have crops growing, that is exciting, goodness your earth is so red, We are still sepia here ( she wrote turning and looking out of the enormous spotless windows of her enormous boston penthouse!! – is that a cow on my terrace?) – maybe there is a little green coming into the grass.. hmm.. Maybe i am not so sepia anymore after that rain! c
As with Mr Hockney, I sometimes give nature a helping hand but not as practically as you:)
The photos draw you in, you are captured in the colors and light! Beautiful! You do not need to add your bill they let you know what you owe! But to see the beauty in the environment with all its true colors… now that takes true thinking… lots of it! Dreams are really special when you can see them as your photos!
Many thanks for that.