Where the clouds are hung for the poet’s eye
Be, Neil Diamond
I glanced out of the window and caught a glimpse of one of the most stunning sunsets ever. Now, I live at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by trees. So I rushed upstairs to my study to try to get some shots. Which I managed, but they were limited. Not the wide open view of the stunning sky I could imagine behind the trees. An hour later the sky is still changing colour, deep turquoises and royal blues threaded with ochre now but the camera won’t pick them up. With the benefit of hindsight, of course, what I should have done was grabbed the camera and the car keys and driven to Knowlton. But I was afraid it would all be over before I got there and I wouldn’t have recorded any of it. I could have grabbed my paints, but it changed so quickly, like a kaleidoscope, I thought I’d end up with mud as the colours ran into each other. But would I? Maybe there’d have been a colour explosion. Isn’t that so much like life? Trying to hold onto one thing when another could have been so much more exciting. Note that word afraid. I didn’t take a risk. Next time I will!
And at least now there are some colour images to accompany my funeral music. Be! I learned to meditate to the JLS album a very long time ago and it’s still not lost its magic for me.
In the meantime here’s a few of the stunning colour effects for you to enjoy, all painted by nature but some created through a simple change of perspective by angling the lens or zooming in, or a few minutes difference in time. How we look at things so affects what we see:
If you don’t know the song, it’s here with a stunning sky and seascape of its own:
Follow it up with Skybird, my post cremation tune:
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