the spreading of the golden tides

Addressed to a Young Lady

by

William Wordsworth

 

Just where a cloud above the mountain rears

An edge all flame, the broadening sun appears;

A long blue bar its aegis orb divides,

And breaks the spreading of its golden tides;

And now that orb has touched the purple steep

Whose softened image penetrates the deep.

 

Leaving Cape Town our trip took us through the most glorious rape fields and, seduced by their colour, I climbed into them over the puddles of recent rain and revelled in their generosity. Drunk as a bee glutted with pollen I hurried back to the car in triumph. When I downloaded these images at home I learnt a salutary lesson - if you don't compose your picture with some sort of graphic element of focal point all you get is a swathe of meaningless yellow and there will be no honey. This is not the most yellow of them but it is almost okay.

 

Done