You can take the city girl to the country but if you take the city girl to a farm and expect photos of cows, mountains, and grass…you may be disappointed. Yes, it definitely was beautiful…the mountain, the cows, the sea glistening, the mountain against a clear blue sky….stunning!
But what really excited me (on a Sunday ten kilometre fund raising cross-farm walk) was none of these…it was the walls of an old dairy factory we visited. Others may have seen some old concrete, some run-down old farm buildings, some exterior walls in need of repair, or just ignored the building (in favour of the water and biscuits), but I saw striking shapes, interesting colours, lots of texture, dramatic angles…I saw shadows and light play on the wall and I knew that to me, this was beautiful. How typical of me to find inspiration in a building when I am surrounded by absolutely stunning rural farm, coastal and mountain scenery.
Sunlight, movement, and flowers…or were they actually weeds? Do I care?
Not really. I enjoyed their late-summer, dried and near dead spent blooms (seed pods?) as they swayed in the wind along the farm fence-lines, as I zoomed by.
The Hydrangeas are out…Some people love the all white ones, some love the pretty sky blue ones or perhaps the all pink ones…but I like the muted, mixed-up, muddled looking ones as they go from full bloom to final fade…
What is beyond the gates? Yes they are rusted, broken and crumbling down…but they are also strangely inviting, inspiring, and interesting. There is something romantic, glamorous and slightly spooky about them…I wonder what I would find if I could venture up the stairs.
Sometimes a photo has to wait until the right moment. This one has sat quite a while, neglected and forgotten. By chance I came across it today and immediately liked the old, highly decorative and symmetrical church building contrasted nicely with the modern green spiky plant and the shot of deep blue in the foreground – a fence? What for I wonder….
Some people may not notice such things. I do. Maybe they are weeds. I don’t care. I like that they bend in the breeze and sway like they hear music. Ultimately, the seed heads get blow off by the wind, and they skip and dance into the distance on the wind to who knows where. Pretty.
Damaged, weather beaten and yet still turning on a stunning display of beauty triumphing over adversity.
There is a different kind of beauty in the damaged and broken. They have a sense of vulnerability and fragility about them, mixed with strength and determination. That’s why I liked this blossom so much…tattered and torn and broken, it still blossoms radiantly.
It is odd looking at this image now. It was taken just a few weeks ago, but today it is wet, wild, windy and looking to stay that way for a quite a while. It is grey, bleak and wintry. And this will be followed by green. Not a pale green, but a lush, verdant green grass kind of green. The farmers will be happy no doubt with rain and subsequent green grass, but I will miss the beloved golden hues of the landscape of a hot, dry summer.
I have been doing a bit of travelling recently. This region is usually very green, but now, at the very end of a long dry summer, is now golden and dry. The mountain range in the distance is almost blue in contrast. A perfect combination I think.