Sunday, 8 May 2011

Before the yellow got blown away


Too long a spell without rain.

April felt like July, with endless blue skies. The Spring flowers seem to have bowed their heads before I've sat beside them long enough to breathe in their sappy fragrance.

But the last couple of days, the skies have been lower and greyer and we finally got what we've been waiting for, with a bit of dramatic thunder rolling in as well. I love rain, but don't much like getting rained on unless it's a Summer storm and I'm heading back home rather than to work! So, despite my need to always be out and about, there's been more time spent indoors.

I've been working at the kitchen table - my favourite place to work if the weather keeps me from beach or hills, with the back door open just a crack when the rain poured down. It's extra good when there's something cooking in the oven as well.

The comment stream that came in response to my last blog post was an amazing first for Inkhaven. Thank you to everyone who took the time to respond. As I said in some of my replies there, Inkhaven was never intended as a place for me to talk to myself. It truly wouldn't be the same without you.

One of the themes that came from those comments referred to the photos I post. No surprise really, as I've always had interesting and enthusiastic feedback about them. So, as I've been thinking about some of those comments, I've been taking more photos inside, which is a bit of a new venture for me.

Obviously, as these shots show, I've been spending a lot of time looking out of windows waiting for the rain to stop so I can go outside again! This next shot is the kind of thing that I want to try again, although that will no doubt be "as and when" rather than any kind of set up. It's taken looking at reflections in a tapestry frame, so the garden is actually way across the room and outside. The houseplants which have come out as dark silhouettes are sitting on a table in front of the window looking out. I like how the window frames are warping in the odd perspective and how the loss of definition seems to hint at memory or dream.


I guess the multi layering might be a bit like how our minds hold and recall images.