Sunday arrives - time away from the gallery - and it's flat AGAIN! Why is it that every Sunday is flat and dull when every Saturday is bright and cheery :-)!
Anyway, I was DESPERATE to get out, to get some fresh air - more so than usual actually. Carol was keen to get on with her own thing so it was actually just nice to have 'ME time', no distractions at all. It allows me to focus, pun intended, and this is especially important when the light is dreary.
Down at the water's edge, in amongst the rock pools there were just the most beautiful colours, intensified by the shallow water. In the first picture, the only sharpness in the image is around the edges, as most of the central area was covered by moving water - not that it worried me, as it was how I experienced it - I wanted to see sharpness but never could, the rocks and boulders always slightly softened by refracted light and a dense slightly oily water - (from masses of seaweed rather than bloody jet skis fortunately).
Even the cliffs around here contain colour, so I played with this against the watery but nevertheless colourful sky - my only real disappointment being the calm sea rather than lovely big swell waves. Crouched on the cliff top, immediately above a sheer drop through the gully to the sea 200ft below, it brought back vivid and exciting memories of my rock climbing days. Then, I often saw such wondrous sights but was always concentrating on climbing safety rather than photography - the two NEVER successfully combined when I was climbing extreme grades!
I moved on to the ancient St Gwenfaen's Holy Well and I was pleased that the bog pools were there, black in their depths but perfect mirrors to reflect the remains of a dwindling sky and my own positive energy, contrasting with this atmospheric, deserted and now slightly melancholy landscape.
