This time of year. The nights are drawing in and the clocks are soon to go back. There are more grey, wet and miserable days than there are crisp, sunny autumnal ones. And I’ve been using my light box since the start of September.
Muted colours. Muted mood. With occasional hints of something brighter.
It has been far too grey this week — and I’ve been too lethargic — to go out and find some vivid colours, so I picked this recent one from my archive instead. Given how miserable the weather has turned today, it’s nice to think of simply gazing up through the leaves of tree with the sun backlighting the green canopy.
And then we have one other shot, with an alternative interpretation of “saturated”.
Lines, textures and patterns. In my archive I could find enough photos that fit into this category to fill several galleries; it’s a subject I have photographed ever since I first got a film camera and digital just makes it easier to accumulate even more. But, rather than delve into my collection, I thought I would use this weekly challenge as an excuse to take my camera out and find some more. I kept it local and familiar and went to a nearby park and had a wander. Here are a few of the images I found.
An empty beach, blue sky, calm sea. A hot, sunny, summer’s day.
Some people’s idea of heaven. Closer to my idea of hell. No shade. The baking sun burning my skin and making me sweat. My eyes half-closed against the sunlight reflected off the water and sand. No respite from the heat other than the occasional promise of a cooling sea breeze. Nothing to do but slowly cook on the barren beach. The clouds are pretty though.
A fragment of the South Wales coastline. Vegetation, greenery, rocks. It’s still too hot really, but at least the scenery is more interesting and there are coastal paths to walk along. A much nicer location to watch the sea from.
And I am much happier watching it than being in it.
I’ve never spent much time by the sea. A few trips to Skegness growing up near Lincoln, a week in Bognor Regis with a friend and her children, and a handful of day trips out around the South Wales coast.
The one thing I remember about going to Skegness as a young child, other than memories of donkey rides and rock pools that may simply be memories of photographs, is being warned about the way the sea floor falls away, cliff-like, not that far from the water line. That and tales of strong currents dragging people out to sea. And of tides coming in fast and cutting people off from the shore. So, not being a particularly strong swimmer, I never venture further than I can comfortably paddle.
I love the idea of the sea, but I will admire it from the solid ground of the beautiful British coast that it surrounds.