I've enjoyed the variety of weather this year as much as any I can remember. I'm not one for excessive heat, retiring as I tend to do under awnings and standing about with a Panama pulled down over my ears. So a hot day that ends in a spectacular thunderstorm watched from a local pub window holds a particular appeal. And then to traverse my stretch of countryside as the clouds clear and the last of the sun spotlights the fields brings me dancing about on the wet grass verges. The only sound the odd bleat from the fields and my village church sounding the hour. It doesn't get much better than this.
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I love heat, as long as there is no humidity and there is a beach within walking distance. But I must admit that changing weather provides much more interesting images than ongoing, unchanging heat. Monet probably thought of it before me :)
You're right Hels. Having photographed seriously in England for twenty-odd years, I've grown to love the atmosphere that clouds, for instance, bring to an image. The trouble is it does mean sometimes having to wait for a long time for the right moment. On the other hand, like the one here, you just turn up and there it is.
Reading what you wrote about the changing clouds, I keep thinking of Constable, painting his rapid sketches of clouds, usually working on a small format, and catching the essence of the English sky.
I was going to mention Constable, filling up his little notebooks with cloudscapes. How he found time to do it, and cycle around his Essex beat, is an example to us all.
There is a TATE touring exhibition of Turner and Constable featuring work done in the open air with examples of contemporaries. It includes cloud scapes, it is worth seeing if you get the chance.
I think Constable did a lot of cloud studies when he was living on Hampstead Heath.
Thanks for thhe post
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