I have been writing, but I would probably have written more if the weather here wasn’t so compelling. It requires that I watch it, and when it becomes colourful, I have to get on my hands and knees at an uncomfortable angle to take the optimum shot of its reflection in the pond outside my cube.
I took this after a day that had started with torrential rain, and snow covering the tops of the hills opposite, which had extended through an afternoon when I had the window open as otherwise I was too warm, into an evening when the sun peeped tantalisingly through the clouds. Had I taken a photo at the moment of purest, brightest pinkness? Would the next moment be better? I’m not sure. Who knows what this evening will bring?
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margaret
/ April 12, 2012Exquisite!