This isn’t a long post, I am feeling a little devoid of inspiration. The gloom that comes over me on a Sunday as I prepare myself for another working week is all consuming. Luckily though, I took some photographs today on Dunster beach. I left the family to throw stones into the sea for our dog and pootled off to look at the sky. I often photograph skies, it is invariably more interesting than the land, the view of which remains disappointingly static as a rule. I like to see the clouds take on unexpected shapes and see the blues change and deepen with the position of the sun as I turn round 360 degrees. I love the way the sky and the sea become blurred at the horizon, and imagine how it must feel to travel further and further out to where the two must surely meet. And most of all I just want to look up and drink in the vastness of it all. To look down feels limiting, to look up makes me feel free. The most incresible thing about the sky for me is that there is just so much of it. Drink it in.
Recently on no more wriggling…
- Sorry Nigel Farage – Talking Books loved ‘Talking France’…
- Talking crime – on why we love a good murder mystery….
- Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats
- Why Mrs T should have left the room quietly, closing the door behind her….
- ‘In relation to’ what? On ‘Talking Books’ and chewing words….
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