In three week’s time we will turn the corner, rounding out the depths of winter and back towards the light, towards bright spring days and long summer evenings. There’s so much to love about this time of year and I really truly do love it, but at the same time and mostly from a photography perspective I miss the sunshine.
It’s those days where it never gets bright enough to turn the light off, when the camera sits on the table untouched, because you know that any picture you take is either going to be grainy or blurry. It’s probably rather obvious but I really love taking photos. Lots of them, probably most of them are utterly rubbish, but every now and then I capture a little moment that just sums up our daily life so completely, and the joy I get from that photo makes me want to rush out and take a whole load more and I’ll admit it gets a little frustrating when everything is so dark.
But that’s the joy of living in a country with seasons. Perhaps if I lived in California with perfect light and gorgeous sunshine every single day I wouldn’t value and treasure the sunshine quite as much as I do. Hang on, what am I saying, if I lived in California I’d be far too busy falling off a surfboard to be worrying about much else.
But as we are in England and as we do see weeks of grey and rain in the winter it means that at the first sign of a glimmer of blue sky there’s only one place to go. Out.
Which in our case tends to mean a trip to the park.
And after days of heading out in the rain, or facing cold blustery winds as soon as we turn the corner from the house to head out into the soft still warmth of a sunny late autumn afternoon was absolutely bliss.
We had the park almost entirely to ourselves as the sun slowly dropped down behind the village. And as it did a low soft white mist crept towards us across the playing fields. It was beautiful and slightly magical, glinting in the sun as it rose from the grass, and then, like in all good fairy tales, we took our eyes off it for a moment to push the swings, the sun went down, and when we looked again it had vanished.
And it was time to say goodbye to the slide, goodbye to the roundabout, goodbye to the birds swirling overhead, sf of course, goodbye to the swings,
because it just wouldn’t be Monday without the swings!