Of course a couple of hours later and the sun has risen. And the sun rose on a clear frosty minus temperature morning. The sun shows the layers of frost covering everything
Unlike yesterday not flat , form and colour today create a totally different roadside landscape and add in a view over the fields.
Just parked and as I pull on the handbrake, an enormous flock of pigeons rose and swept up and over the car park from the neighbouring field. I can see some of them now perching, punctuating the end of branches – dark commas in bold.
Off to work .
The morning. 7.30 ish is grey. Light grey , ‘solid’ mist taking away the chance of a view beyond the edge of the road. Road visibility though is reasonable.
Along the main road the trees and hedges loom dark, shapes and criss crosses of line.
It is all very flat. There is not enough of a single light source to create a shadow, to give the shapes a form of solidity. The very dark silhouettes against a flat neutral background . I am driving through a picture. My bubble has dimensions and volume, so I am not part of the picture No rather I am driving along the road and at each side someone has left their versions of the road side. Pictures. Flat.
I open my windows .. It is cold.. But the road noise rushes in and the improbability of those pictures disappear.
Despite the threat of weather later today. This is a large carpark, and my purpose is really just to get a bit of a air before diving into the office environment. The other evening though in returning to the car it was windy .. My car was almost the last one there so there was nothing to break the strength of the gusts and at times I walked but it was a struggle too not merely stand still. Once in the car, I was still not really feeling that secure, being rocked and buffeted by the gusts.
I can remember another time watching someone with very long hair trying to get into their car on a very windy day . Not only did they need super strength to keep the car door open against the wind but at the same time was struggling to tuck in her hair. The long tresses were flying at a 90degree angle from her head magnificently, defying the attempts to be coaxed into the shelter of the car. It was quite a sight.