Sky Lines

 After all the unpacking, cleaning, tidying, sorting and re-arranging of the first week or so, I am interested that my mind is beginning to drift again toward art and making.

One of the joys of time spent here is the slowing down. The stopping. The looking up and above and around. The pausing. The delighting in small things. In small moments. Forever grateful.

My eye has been caught by the lines in the sky. On previous visits I think I tried  to avoid them in my photographs. Somehow it felt like they spoilt the rural view. This time my view has changed and I think they enhance them. 

So often they add a beautiful diagonal to draw the eye. They offer a counterpoint to the softer clouds and hills and snow.

Or so it seems to me.

I have been thinking about being surrounded by sky-lines, and wondering what is the best way to describe them.

 

From the electricity wires across the road, 

 

To my favourite rope lines at the fishing net drying poles,

The counterpoints of wee birds on the wire.

Th play of a slow sunrise on the poles.

Same wires, different snow, different light.

Big blue sky and snow hills, amber and russet bracken.

Wires plus trees.

So many lines in the sky