22 December 2015, morning and evening photos
I fiddled with these quite a lot, except this one.
Went down to the drained lake-bed in the morning.
The sun was breaking through the clouds, turning the sky into watercolour.
Pearly hues laboured at the horizon.
Then a ray of sunlight got through.
The mud in the lake-bed was cracked and green with moss…
In the evening, I went up to our town’s Calvary Hill to see the sunset. A tower once build for casting buckshot from lead stands on that hill.
Nearby, a large, much fractured piece of old limestone sits on the grass. It must be a man’s height across.
And there’s the scene of the cross, the crosses.
There is also a chapel and a water tower on the hill.
I am so grateful for colours.