Rides bikes, paddles sea kayaks, takes pictures. Life on the road & my home in Cornwall.
The West Wind, and Other Things.
A collection of mid-winter monochromes to close out the year.
“O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing…”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley (Ode to the West Wind)
It seemed appropriate; Cornwall and its landscape is in part defined by the westerly gales of winter, and while the trees are bare and the land awash with mud, being Cornwall, the first blooms of spring really are just around the corner; for all its bleakness the final verse of Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind offers hope with “The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
Inspiration is often lacking during the depths of winter when the countryside is painted with gloom and the sky a featureless wash of mizzle. In an attempt to find some fresh motivation to simply be out and about in the gales it seemed a good idea to concentrate only on black and white while mooching around over the holiday period, and with the year rapidly running out there’s just time to squeeze out one final post for 2021 together with a “happy new year” greeting. I genuinely hope it’s a good one for you; and with a bit of luck some opportunity for fresh adventures will present themselves.