As the year ends distorted journalistic accounts of past events are put to the torch – but at least the ashes form an interesting pattern.
Monthly Archives: December 2012
I have to confess that I am not naturally a particularly early riser but occasionally, possibly in response to my guilt feeling, I make a special effort, and the results can be very rewarding. As can be seen below, in those early hours the light is soft, surfaces glisten, the shadows are long and the air is silent. It is a magical time.
At the rear of the house the early rays illuminated the tombstones in the neighbouring churchyard.
I suppose they could be. There are certainly three of them – and they’re empty handed, so possibly they’ve delivered their gifts. And they’re setting off into the desert as if they’re from afar.
But just one moment. I’m not sure they’re all men, and their clothes look remarkably modern. You’d think they would at least each have a camel or a donkey and, perhaps, would be on speaking terms! It seems there is also a cameraman with them. Now that’s a surprise!
The truth is the photo was taken about four years ago on the dunes of Gran Canaria in the Canary Islands. The positioning of the walkers was fortuitous and was not contrived.
The last few mornings have been cold – very cold! Brief appearances by the sun have failed to burn away a thin curtain of icy fog that has lingered throughout the day. Thick layers of frost have transformed familiar objects.
Spiders have abandoned their webs in search of more hospitable accommodation.
The iron garden gate has acquired a spiky white coat.
‘We are not interested in the unusual, but in the usual seen unusually.’ Beaumont Newhall
I pass through my garden gate several times each day. In fact, we’ve been passing acquaintances for many years! But this morning I did something I had not done before. I felt it was time I got to know my gate better and so I stopped and, I suppose, really looked at the gate for the first time. Despite its age it is in excellent shape with attractive curves, even though its joints are rusty and its skin needs more than a touch of conditioner. Clearly I have been neglectful and have not given the gate the tlc it deserves.
Nevertheless, to celebrate the occasion I took a series of photographs and will be sharing them with you today and tomorrow.
At this time of the year, the morning after a night of dense fog is a good time to go in search of spiders’ webs laden with dew. Droplets of moisture collect on the silken threads, each one forming a perfect sphere. Larger drops are created where the threads meet, whilst diminutive spheres space themselves at regular intervals along the thinner strands. Each glistens like an orb in a dance hall. Collectively they resemble a hugely expensive necklace – Nature’s jewels. Yes, there is an initial WOW! moment, but stay a little longer – really look and see. It may well be an awe-inspiring experience.
The sculpture in this picture is David Wynne’s Children of Tresco and the work stands in the Tresco Gardens in the Isles of Scilly. It is a wonderfully expressive sculpture, full of the fun and vitality of childhood. For those of us who are older it evokes memories and smiles and encourages us to dream and fantasize about the days when we too could play with not a care in the world.
I had toyed with calling this post Fifty Shades of Grey, but the connotations of that title, following the notoriety of the best selling book, would defeat my purpose.
Grey is a much maligned colour, often referred to as dull and drab. In truth it can be a colour of great subtlety and calm. Even within the palest shades there can be a quiet, inner vitality.