What is this life if, full of care we have no time to stand and just look at the world around us...
It’s not all about wildlife is it. I just love to see all the different architectural shapes of trees now they have shed their leaves. I love to see the landscapes especially up on the Wolds now the crops have been harvested and fields ploughed. Some fields will be left until spring if they are down to have potatoes or peas while others have already been sown with wheat and are displaying that silky green sheen of new growth.
Winter is a great time for painters and photographers to take advantage of the infinite patterns of light and dark, of greens, browns, reds and blacks of the country scene.
On my way home a few evenings ago I had to stop and take a look at the sunset. Sunsets are so unpredictable, you simply cannot plan for them, you are either out there as they happen or you wish you were. As the sun touched the horizon the sky’s paint box opened cascading oranges, violets and golds from east to west, north to south. That row of trees standing like sentinels on the horizon that only a few minutes ago stood ‘anonymous’ now formed an intricate latticed pedestal supporting this slowly changing kaleidoscope of colour.
Consider all the different things that are happening at sunset. What seems like a static scene is a vibrant combination of many different factors.
The clouds are moving across the sky and as they move they change their shape. Are they moving toward the horizon or away?
If they move toward the setting sun they may race it to the horizon and all this colour will vanish. The sun moves through its circumference in only two minutes and soon it will dip below that distant horizon.
In no time at all the sun salutes the end of day and is gone. But is that the end of this colourful display? No, absolutely not. That sun that YOU cannot see grazes its light across the high clouds that can still be seen and this is more often than not the best show of all.
The half hour before and the half hour after sunset is what photographers and painters call “the magic hour” and magical it can be. Of course some sunsets are grey, the sun is hidden and remains hidden, others like this one are so spectacular that people comment on them later that evening, “did you see that sunset tonight?”
Yes, we did and luckily we were somewhere where we could see it at its best and it was a memorable half hour.
... No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance: No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.