signs

they say the rain will stop soon, that next week will be warm and sunny. they might be right. and it's true that the sun (when it's there) is still hot enough to burn, the grass still warm enough to lie in (though only if you have a woolen coat on), the sea warm enough to swim, the sky dark blue between the clouds, and the trees thick lush and green.

and yet... the signs are clear. isabelle and i searched for and found some. she wanted me to photograph the absence of wild flowers, i wanted to photograph the mushroomy mouldy sweet decaying scent of the undergrowth. but absence and scent, powerful forces that they are, are notoriously hard to catch with a nikon...