Making hay whilst the sun shines (briefly)
I saw this scene a week or so ago, out near the unnamed creeks that surround Potton and Foulness islands. Walking out there, down at sea level, I am reminded of the phrase that Essex is the county that fills up twice a day with tidal salt water.
The scene specifically reminds me of a picture by David Shepherd called The Last Bales that used to hang on the wall at my Nan and Grandad’s house, alongside another print called The Winter Plough, which I have featured on here before.
I imagine David Shepherd is largely out of fashion these days, but I don’t know.
And I don’t even know if I like these things, it’s just they resonate on some level and I am compelled to note the fact.
I suppose I can say with certainty I like the striation to be found in nature, both in yesterday’s photo, and today’s.
Layers of colour and texture and light and sound.
Maybe it’s the reflection from glass in the painting, but I fancy I can see the wind – you can probably paint the wind better than you can photograph it. Which reminds me…