Sometimes I have these bouts of bad humor. Aaah, can’t help it. Must be the weather.
Sorting and storing my photo’s I came across this one, which I had already forgotten all about. Having an afternoon off after an exhausting meeting a few years ago, I strolled with my daughter through Paris while we reflected on the cult of the Self(ie).
We went for a coffee in what is probably the worst café in the world, Café Marly, just a stone’s throw from the Louvre. While we waited a very long time for the obnoxious, arrogant and very slow waiter to bring us a cold cappuccino which was brewn from a mixture of sewage and water taken from the industrial port of Le Havre, we observed the ritual of the selfie in all its manifestations. Which was nice.
Our mood was not in the least affected by the bad coffee, and the abysmal hospitality at Café Marly; we shrugged it off, and continued our wanderings through the town.
Quite an enigmatic title. But it refers to the fact that I loaded a photo I posted some months ago into Adobe Color CC, and extracted a nice color theme from it. I let the software run by itself without steering it at all. The result is quite nice.
And for the sake of completeness, the original photograph.
I was somehow struck by the location, the colours, the strong horizontals, and the abandoned functionalism of the place. Aquasanta Terme (Le Marche, Italy) is an old town with a thermal spa situated in a deep valley. Sulfuric sources stream through the station and end up in the river that meanders through the canyon. The swimming pool is at the higher end of the town, and is accompanied by a slightly dystopian parking area.
Although the thermal spa is still in use, it has abandoned area’s too. Squeezed against the rock, this old building.
Too often I forget that we live only about 5 minutes away from a World Heritage site, the Waddenzee. Summer sunsets are always great. The sun disappears behind the horizon at 335º, which is almost North. The last 40 minutes of daylight throw a glorious and dramatic glow on the salt marsh.
Not only the summers are great, every season and every kind of weather is equally beautiful when you enter this realm of silence. Storm, cold, thick grey winter rains, it makes no difference.
This evening the sun went down in a cloud, with only a subtle glow, no spectacular God-rays or burning orange skies. Still, it was nice.
When you stoop down, and get yourself a bit muddy, and your knees wet, you enter a world of small, but very tough, and very interesting plants that feel quite happy in this salty environment. The low evening sunlight turns the plants into translucent antediluvian creatures.
I quite like these charming miniature landscapes. Discretely dramatic, when you take the trouble to look at it.
We didn’t have much time to tend to the front garden these past years. It looks a bit unkempt now. A bit wild. It possibly is already starting to annoy the people with loads of free time to attack every weed and grass that ventures in their impeccably boring gardens. But, what a wealth. The commonest of plants and flowers are a feast for the eye. Although the roses are late this year. But they will come soon.