My mother loved yellow, because of its cheerfulness. Yellow flowers remind me of her and make me smile. It’s as though she is still here and telling me to enjoy the small cheerful things in life. Or, rather, not telling me, because telling was not her way. The older I get, the more I love yellow too. Maybe we do all turn into our mothers in the end.
If you like bricks, you should love this image! This wall is in Farnham, facing the Central car park, and my eye was caught by the patchwork effect. I like the giant staples holding the wall together too. I deliberately framed the image to exclude any sky or building edges, to create a strong abstract pattern.
So I was just coming out of the pub*... when I saw the sheep in the field. There's something disconcerting about sheep at night. They're just out in the open all through the hours of darkness, wary and watchful. Anyway, this has turned out to be one of my favourite photos, because of the muted colours and the textural quality of the sheep's wool in the printed image. I always think it's the ideal print to put on the wall of a guest bedroom.
I like to have my camera with me everywhere, in case I see something that catches my eye. Here's a couple of photos I took inside the car in the car wash. I took several! These are the very definition of capturing moments in time. You could take a similar picture, but you'd never be able to get exactly the same images again.
I came across a fantastic selection of photos today by Stefan Draschan, of people whose outfits match the artworks they are viewing in art galleries. Well worth a look.
I managed something similar once, in Farnham, where a girl with orange hair and an orange bag matched the Queen's Head pub sign... There's a real thrill when you spot a strong visual coincidence like this. But they don't come along all that often, and I'm in awe of how many hours Stefan must have spent building up his collection of images.
I love how translation can make the familiar seem otherworldly. In French, the word for a self-service counter is le self, so this translation is perfectly rational. Except that in English, "the self" is more a philosophical concept than a counter for getting food. Unfortunately, the entry was barred, so I didn't get the opportunity to step into the passageway. People do say that you can get enlightenment in the mountains. Perhaps this was the magical place that everyone searches for? I will have to return!