My nephew Ben and his girlfriend left this morning, and suddenly I have an empty house, just me and the dogs. It feels eerie and silent, and bigger, somehow. I feel like it'll take me a couple of days to settle into my space again. Dare I mention the weather? I admit I have become a woman obsessed, and have not taken this summer's weather extremes in my stride. In fact, we've only had a whisper of rain in the last week, and I find myself rejoicing with these dry days, even though the sun has barely extended its warmth in our direction. Which brings me to today....
I'm rambling, aren't I? I had to cross the moor through thick fog this morning, to reach the north coast (definitely not an epic journey, even if it sounds like that). Suddenly, mid-morning, the sea magically changed from grey to bright turquoise blue, a change that was so startling it took my breath away. I was looking out the window, through some wonderful old glass, and this was the effect. The glass changed the image from photograph to painting (albeit slightly distorted) at the click of the shutter.
And this image is taken outside, in the same direction. I love the contrast between the two, though neither photograph really depicts how vivid the blue was.
Which image do you prefer?