Ethereal, ephemeral, a bit abstract and faintly disturbing, a length of rope, floating, caught in suspension, between the depths of the water* and the reflection of the clouds; ethereal and ephemeral are two words I easily confuse, but it doesn’t matter here, either will do.
The hut on the golf course on the other hand leans towards the ethereal, the rising sun catching a side window makes it appear to have a warm welcoming glow from within, but there is no one home, the place is deserted, just a table three chairs and three bowls of steaming porridge .
* stood on a wobbly floating pontoon, with several hundred pounds of camera gear in my bag, whilst taking this shot, I reflected on fact, that if I returned home wet and dripping, it would be my life that was ephemeral.
October 9, 2008 at 9:45 am
Precarious picture taking, with great results! Chuckled about the three bears’ cottage
October 9, 2008 at 7:40 pm
That picture of the rope is really sinister. It could also be titled ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea’ – death by drowning or hanging? I don’t think I’ll put it on my desktop.
October 10, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Good photos and I really enjoyed reading, and listening to, the story! xx
October 15, 2008 at 1:26 pm
The picture with the rope are so calming to look at.