As I drove home yesterday evening, the sky grew more and more beautiful — not the garish, spectacular, saturated colours of the "postcard" sunset, but a restrained, refined sky; the kind of sky that hints at age and the unknown. Eventually, about five kilometres from home, I had to stop and try to photograph it.
The Whanahuia range on the left, the Ngamoko on the right; both part of the Ruahine complex.
[4 May 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 14–45 mm at 45 mm, ISO 200, 1/43 at f7.1]
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Sky blue pink.
ReplyDeleteFunny, like dawn and dusk, autumn and spring can be difficult to distinguish at certain liminal moments.
Zhoen, visually, the similarity can be striking in a place like New Zealand where only one of the native tree species is deciduous. On the other hand, autumn often has a particular smell that identifies it as very different from spring (to me at least).
ReplyDeleteYes, in spring the air is sweet and heady, like new wine; in autumn it has a spicy tang - where I live, anyway. (It's probably due to all the exotics: perfumed shrubs in spring, and chrysanthemums and fallen leaves in autumn.)
ReplyDeleteLesley, those smells are pretty much the same here — autumn richer, with more weight to it than the freshness of spring.
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