
Having complained that June light is flat and uninspiring, I must admit that it is not always so. Summer evenings are one of the pleasures of life in the country.
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Especially when clouds build up in late afternoon.
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Which, scrolling through recent images…
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…appears to happen with some frequency!
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Summer mornings have merit too, when clouds linger…
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…and dance around playfully.
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Sometimes they keep you guessing, will it rain, or will it shine?
As I recall, some half dozen large raindrops spattered the windshield for the sum token of that day’s precipitation.
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Friday evening, as usual, I kept my eye on a window and took the requisite photo, deciding that one would suffice. Not long after I retired to sit on my bed reading.
As long as daylight remains, however, my eyes are drawn to it because I know how quickly change occurs in this part of the world. I don’t have a full view from my bed, but enough to detect colour.
So when I perceived pink, I had a debate.
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Not over whether to put down my book and get up, but over whether to disturb Blackie who was tucked up beside me.
Where Blackie is concerned, this is a serious decision. I don’t know that she is really as needy as she seems, but I am very considerate of her feelings.
So when I need to extricate, I try to make her believe it is her idea. For example, I might slide the nail clipper out of a nearby drawer. Whereupon she remembers something she has to do.
Elsewhere.
Anyway…I untangled myself and went to the kitchen window:
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As you can see, an hour had made quite a difference.
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Such colours would look good in a silk scarf.
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For another view, I needed to be in the garden but when I looked out a front window, I came upon another consideration:
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There was a fox on the walkway, so I didn’t want to open the door and couldn’t even get too close to the window or it would take fright and abandon its meal.
That would not do.
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So I squirmed around on the floor trying to capture a view.
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Not very successfully.
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By then the scene was changing rapidly, so I went back to the kitchen.
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To capture two last shots.
Everything considered, perhaps June is not unexciting after all.
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You have some Constable and Turner going there. Nice pics.
And this cunning move: “I might slide the nail clipper out of a nearby drawer” is how cats teach us how to live.
Wonderful pink skies, Carolyn, and nice to see the Fox enhoying some food.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thank you, Carolyn, for the spectacular shots of the sky and clouds, the happy fox eating his meal, and your new thought that June is an interesting month after all!
Joanna