I had never travelled this road. That’s what funeral’s do to you. They make you travel new roads, see new sights, meet new people. The storm had passed and the sun was making it’s way through the dense black clouds and seemingly straight down onto one tiny little house, alone in this beautiful valley. On a day of sadness, it was a ray of sunshine in more ways than one.
It was the strangest sunset. The sky was pale blue still with low dark stormy clouds on the horizon. And just at that one clear place where the sky meets the sea…there was a tiny thin sliver of brilliant red – one red thin line. My image blurs the effect to a certain extent, but I like the effect regardless…the shifting light, the land, sea and sky shapes, the hint of the magical.
A camera, a car window rippled with rain, stormy wet weather, a line of shelter trees and green, green grass, a long trip, boredom, I play with camera settings and mutter it is too wet to take any photos….and inspiration hits…
An idea….a passing view captured in a fleeting moment. Is it abstract? Impressionist? I don’t know…I just know I like it!