Sky’s the limit!
It’s a year of many firsts.
For the first time in the 10 years of my life in the UK, I find that it is early May and we still have the heating switched on at home. It is raining every single day in spring. The skies are dull and grey like a winter’s morning.
I am filled with melancholy looking at my holiday photos, where not far from here the land was bright and sunny a few weeks ago.
The skies were a colourful splash of blue and white during the day.
The horizon glowed in the sunset. The world felt right.
And on the days when the sun hid itself, it was only so the clouds could show off their splendour.
They danced languidly in the sky. When night fell, the sun extinguished itself with one final display of grandeur. A rich blue hue enveloped the sky, before melting into darkness.
As if spellbound, I stood with my neck craned, gazing towards the skies.
For the first time, I didn’t photograph my subject with a bit of sky. Instead, I photographed the sky with a bit of subject.
(Note: No post-processing done to these photos.)