Winter of Discontent DSC_5497
A line from one of the new Bob Dylan songs called My own Version of you.
This was taken at Cherry Lake in Altona. A gloomy day of drizzle and grey clouds put to rest my plans for some birding so my sister and I visited a beach at Altona and then stayed for sunset at Cherry Lakes. The clouds were quite heavy so I didn't think we were going to get much colour. As I was packing up I said to my sister you know it is often when the sun goes down, after the drab grey that the sky can light up. As we were walking back to the car, I turned around and saw the gorgeous colours reflected in the water amongst the reeds. I was pushing my luck as everyone was freezing but no way I was going to leave this. The colours just got deeper and more vibrant.
As things are ramping up again (our winter) in terms of the virus here, the line from Dylan's song stood out.
Everything on the surface looks calm and beautiful but underneath, the anxiety of the things we cannot see bubbles away.
Winter of Discontent DSC_5497
A line from one of the new Bob Dylan songs called My own Version of you.
This was taken at Cherry Lake in Altona. A gloomy day of drizzle and grey clouds put to rest my plans for some birding so my sister and I visited a beach at Altona and then stayed for sunset at Cherry Lakes. The clouds were quite heavy so I didn't think we were going to get much colour. As I was packing up I said to my sister you know it is often when the sun goes down, after the drab grey that the sky can light up. As we were walking back to the car, I turned around and saw the gorgeous colours reflected in the water amongst the reeds. I was pushing my luck as everyone was freezing but no way I was going to leave this. The colours just got deeper and more vibrant.
As things are ramping up again (our winter) in terms of the virus here, the line from Dylan's song stood out.
Everything on the surface looks calm and beautiful but underneath, the anxiety of the things we cannot see bubbles away.