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Looking Towards Cornhill

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To me  the light in this photograph reminds me of the background to a 19th Century landscape painting, apart from the bright yellow patches of oilseed rape. The brilliant yellow of the rape is given a blueish tinge by distance, but still maintains the acidity of its yellow, so different from the colour of wheat or barley. The earth here is chestnut colour when it is turned over, and at this time of year the Cheviots on the horizon appear in a variety of delicate blues.

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April 29, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Cheviots and a Yellow Field

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Even driving in the car, with the windows closed, one can smell that rank, sweet, pervasive scent of the oilseed rape. He said to me: “I wonder what Van Gogh would have made of these fields,” just at the same time I was wondering the same thing. Nothing as yellow as this, bad for the breathing, but astonishing to look at (through itchy eyes).

April 24, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

   

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