Nothing but blue skies
And chirpy little Bulbul
On sleeping grape vines
I was wandering round the garden with my new cell phone, taking pictures of flowers and stuff to familiarise myself with the camera.
I was snapping away at my yellow honeysuckle when I heard a determined twittering coming from overhead.
I pointed my camera upwards and clicked.
Luckily, before he flew off, I captured this cheeky little Cape Bulbul, sitting in the winter grape vines and telling me to get lost!
Though he’s not quite in focus, I’m showing the photo here because of that blue, blue sky!
And I know I’ve said it before, some years ago in I see Skies of Blue, but obviously it still bothers me, so I’ll say it again.
As a teenager at school in England, I always painted my skies this deep blue colour. My art teacher, who didn’t like me or my work, criticised yet another of my humble efforts, squashing any artistic dreams I might have had, when she briefly glanced at my “work of art” and said, “You don’t get skies that colour!”
Well, Ma’am, “Yes you do!”
Over here, most days, all day, the sky is resoundingly this marvellous deep clear blue. And my blue wasn’t even as deep as in the above untouched photo!
The thing that bugs me is how teachers back then often totally crushed any individuality or creativity in you.
I mean, it was a painting for Pete’s sake. Why couldn’t the sky have been green, had I so chosen?
To see how blue the sky really was, tilt your screen away from you.