I’ve mentioned before that, although I don’t mind dealing with negative subjects, most of my poems and other writings are optimistic in tone.
So, as I noticed that I’ve recently gathered a number of photos taken in the dark, I thought I’d pop back to the dark ages today:
I suppose there are those who would say that Shakespeare’s birthplace shouldn’t be referred to as the dark ages, so perhaps Warwick Castle is more appropriate – after all the original was built by William the Conqueror in 1068, even if the current building is rather later. I’ve had to lighten the picture a little or the stone castle would blend in too closely to the grey river and the shades of nightfall:
All of the above were taken in the evening, but they say it’s always darkest before dawn. That theory seems to be supported by this next picture, which would have been taken on my way to a breakfast meeting:
Lightening the tone a little – or does it count as dark humour? – let’s have another picture from Stratford upon Avon, this time the statue of the jester:
As a final thought, a re-post of an old poem:
Reflection
On rainy nights the streets
are twice as bright. Light runs
in rivulets down pavements, streams
down gutters, swirling into storm drains, drips
from balconies and falls, dimpling
puddles.
And one final picture of branches strung with fairy lights by the rain:
don't confuse the narrator 