I have wallowed beneath grey clouds for the longest while. I have developed a thirst for a certain type of light.
It is the cold silvery light of stars that I crave. Illuminated crystals.
Or Ice, when the sun shines through.
I took these photos a few winters back when the Ice was cannibalizing my Hot House Geraniums.
I have developed a single minded hunger for that cold, white light.
I sit by my window at night. And I look out for the stars.
The clouds, coloured orange by Hastings sodium street lights, gaze back at me with bovine incomprehension.
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I know what you mean, something, anything would be better than rain rain rain and a constant grey sky. Love your pictures – Great icicles! 🙂
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Thank you !
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What is amazing is the blue of the sky in your photos, did we ever have anything other than rain these past few weeks 😦
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going stir crazy…
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They are fantastic. Was this February 2010 by any chance?
I love that little prose at the end 🙂
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Yes, I think it was, Al. I’m glad you relate to the piece – I think we’re all sharing the same dream. And you can be in mine, if I can be in yours…(Bob Dylan said that…)
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Cool 🙂 I have a fair few photos of that year. It nearly stopped me moving away. Although I wish it had, but what’s life without its trials and challeneges
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away from where, Al? Hastings?
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South East of England. I was in Folkestone. Moved to Leicester, and back down and now in Dover. Just a quick train hop to Hastings. Been there a couple of times since we came back
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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