Watching the changing hues of a highland sky from the discomfort of a pile of rubble on my friend’s croft, I became aware of the broken pipe in my peripheral vision. Mesmerised by contrast, as ever, I drank in the moment. So poignant and meaningful. Just glancing at this image takes me right back to the moment – the smells, the sounds, the feeling of the air, not to mention the midges!
A lovely tasty loaf but in this one there was a quite a bit missing! These things happen every now and then, a reflection perhaps, that live is always demonstrating its wonderful contrast. No disrespect to the company, this is excellent bread and it hasn’t happened since.
The Art of Contrast
What may look bleak to some
Can ooze beauty to others
The Joy is in the Choosing
This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesday’s of Texture (de monte y mar).
It was a fight for the camera as the rapidly setting sun’s rays were reflected in the building’s windows. Spectacular.