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19th September
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byslantedlight.livejournal.com"Stormy all night. Aequinoctial weather." Gilbert White, 1770 (Hampshire)
"Ivy begins to blow on Nore-hill and is frequented by wasps. Paid for a wasps nest, full of young." Gilbert White, 1783 (Hampshire)
"A beautiful rainbow on Skiddaw - the foot of the arch in the third field under Ormathwaite, the other foot just under the nearest part of Skiddaw Dodd - the height of the arch just in the half way height of Skiddaw Tent - it faded away into a green reflection preserving its figure, yet so that if I had not seen if before, I should not have thought it a rainbow." S.T. Coleridge, 1800 (Cumberland)
"The wind grumbled, and made itself miserable all last night, and this morning it is still howling as ill-naturedly as ever, and roaring and rumbling in the chimneys. The tide is far out, but, from an upper window, I fancied, at intervals, that I could see the plash of the surf-wave on the distant limit of the sand; perhaps, however, it was only a gleam on the sky... Gray, sullen clouds hang about the sky, or sometimes cover it with a uniform dullness; at other times, the portions towards the sun gleam almost lightsomely; now there may be an airy glimpse of clear blue sky in a fissure of the clouds; now, the very brightest of sunshine comes out all of a sudden, and gladdens everything. The breadth of sands has a various aspect, according as there are pools or moisture enough to glisten, or a drier tract; and where the light gleams along a yellow ridge or bar, it is like sunshine itself... By seven o'clock pedestrians began to walk along the promenade, close-buttoned against the blast; later a single bathing-machine got under way, by means of a horse, and travelled seaward; but within what distance it finds the invisible margin I cannot say, - at all events it looks like a dreary journey." Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1856 (Lancashire)
London full of sunshine and shadows and autumn leaves and riots of flowers - and yet another very warm day, sticky even, so that I felt all dishevelled and inelegant, like Jane!
From the train, on the way home, the sun was half-hidden behind a cloud, and reflected on the cloud was a rainbow of colour - like a sundog, but somehow not... Unfortunately, just as I was snapping, a tree threw itself across my camera... Gorgeous soft light across the fields though, all the way home. Byslantedlight, 2009 (London)
"Ivy begins to blow on Nore-hill and is frequented by wasps. Paid for a wasps nest, full of young." Gilbert White, 1783 (Hampshire)
"A beautiful rainbow on Skiddaw - the foot of the arch in the third field under Ormathwaite, the other foot just under the nearest part of Skiddaw Dodd - the height of the arch just in the half way height of Skiddaw Tent - it faded away into a green reflection preserving its figure, yet so that if I had not seen if before, I should not have thought it a rainbow." S.T. Coleridge, 1800 (Cumberland)
"The wind grumbled, and made itself miserable all last night, and this morning it is still howling as ill-naturedly as ever, and roaring and rumbling in the chimneys. The tide is far out, but, from an upper window, I fancied, at intervals, that I could see the plash of the surf-wave on the distant limit of the sand; perhaps, however, it was only a gleam on the sky... Gray, sullen clouds hang about the sky, or sometimes cover it with a uniform dullness; at other times, the portions towards the sun gleam almost lightsomely; now there may be an airy glimpse of clear blue sky in a fissure of the clouds; now, the very brightest of sunshine comes out all of a sudden, and gladdens everything. The breadth of sands has a various aspect, according as there are pools or moisture enough to glisten, or a drier tract; and where the light gleams along a yellow ridge or bar, it is like sunshine itself... By seven o'clock pedestrians began to walk along the promenade, close-buttoned against the blast; later a single bathing-machine got under way, by means of a horse, and travelled seaward; but within what distance it finds the invisible margin I cannot say, - at all events it looks like a dreary journey." Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1856 (Lancashire)
London full of sunshine and shadows and autumn leaves and riots of flowers - and yet another very warm day, sticky even, so that I felt all dishevelled and inelegant, like Jane!
From the train, on the way home, the sun was half-hidden behind a cloud, and reflected on the cloud was a rainbow of colour - like a sundog, but somehow not... Unfortunately, just as I was snapping, a tree threw itself across my camera... Gorgeous soft light across the fields though, all the way home. Byslantedlight, 2009 (London)
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