Today was one of those rainy days where the light was soft and moody. Some flowers have just as much magic as they begin to wither and dry, as they do when they are in full bloom. The colour and texture of these dried hydrangeas is so beautiful. I spent this rainy afternoon trying to capture its palette, texture and delicate beauty.
Through blue summer nights I will pass along paths,
Pricked by wheat, trampling short grass:
Dreaming, I will feel coolness underfoot,
Will let breezes bathe my bare head.
Not a word, not a thought:
Boundless love will surge through my soul,
And I will wander far away, a vagabond
In Nature – as happily as with a woman.
- Arthur Rimbaud