winter blues

Lamplit window, Newark

The colour has gone from the world.

December drips and drabs along into the dark time,

grey rain drizzles from an oozing sky,

and the murky light glooms its way to nightfall.

Birds are silent; the world smells only of damp dead leaves.

In houses, in streets, squares of warm yellow – reminders of an absent sun.

Gilly Walker

I don’t mind the cold of winter, or even the rain as such – it’s the grey gloominess of it all that gets to me.  I would welcome snow and ice, sparkling frost, tumultuous skies full of stormy life, pale blue skies with a wintry sun, even rain that comes down in torrents – anything other than this drip and drizzle and monotonous greyness. It’s the one time of year when I regret our temperate climate and long for some ‘real’ weather.

I woke up one December morning – very early, I thought, but it was after 8.00am and the light was so dim and poor that it didn’t seem as if the day had got started yet.  My heart sank a bit on seeing how dreich it was (Scots: dreich: – a combination of dull, overcast, drizzly, cold, misty and miserable weather; at least 4 of the above adjectives must apply before the weather is truly dreich) .  I’ve been writing bits of poetry lately – usually in the middle of the night, and this certainly felt like the middle of the night – so I wrote a little word picture and got it out of my system.  I found this photo that I took a while ago, and it worked quite well with the words. Sometimes you just have to go with things as they are and make something of it, and by doing that you can rise above it.  The great thing about writing and photography is that everything is fuel for creating, even the bad and the dull.

Some of you may have seen the film of The Road, an adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s post-apocalyptic novel of the same name.  A man and his son make their way through a grim world inhabited by survivors who are quite likely to kill you, or even eat you in order to ensure their further survival.  It’s a sombre film, made more so by the unrelenting rain that teems down on father and son, and the lack of any colour but greys and browns.  This alone is enough to make you wonder about your motivation to stay alive in such a world, even without the threats and danger from others, and the whole would have lost much of its power without the absence of colour and that endless soaking dull rain. No wonder the ancients worshipped the sun.


 

I have big changes in mind for this blog, although it may take me some time to implement them.  The first thing is to change hosts as Hostgator is getting ridiculously expensive for a simple blog that doesn’t make any money.  But changing hosts is the easy bit – I hope – as I’ll get someone to do that for me.  I also want to expand the scope of what I write about to more than just photography, and that will involve a new name for the blog and a new design, too.  I’ve found a theme I like, but it’s pricey and January has been full of unexpected expenses, so I may have to wait a couple of weeks for that.  I know that the theme I’m using has problems and I’m not tech savvy enough to know how to solve them.  I hope the new one will be a big improvement.

 

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