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The daytime heat squats a heavy unshakeable fatness, resting after a theatrical flash and crash night of thunder and sudden soaking downpours that resulted in the dark bedtime pulling and pushing of sticky limbs wilfully unable to find a comfortable resting place.
The sheet of high woollen cloud has been teased apart by the gentle fingers of a frustratingly weak breeze and now a white sun rejoices brilliant in a hazy blue sky.
The green woods are cool and an entrenched wet soil seems to fight the heavy air, in between these the salad of knee high confusion carpets and insects dance from flower to flower in a single minded non direction.
His clumsy purple stained fingers pluck wild berries that swell tightening purple skins like slowly inflating balloons of sugary acid, peeping wide like pupils through the green.
He returned home to a cooling shower that unsurprisingly cooled, removed the porous adhesion of hot skin. Refrigerated food and fluids revived, allowing the contemplation of doing nothing while the shady pulled down blind sways in rhythm to an oscillating fan as it electrically shoves sleepy air, momentarily wakes it and piles the heavier yawns up in corners for later use.

Enjoy your Sunday

Rob.


Footnotes;

Flowers and hoverfly courtesy of nature, colour courtesy of reflected sunlight, fantastic painterly bokeh by (old) Zeiss pancolar 50mm f2

Words courtesy of an over active imagination/inspiration

A straight conversion to jpeg in Lightroom with virtually no post processing save a few slight tweaks.

The establishment 'rules' of photographic and other composition dictate that objects should always be presented either singly or as an odd number, 1,3,5 etc etc.

Bollocks.

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