Summer has truly arrived, hasn’t it? Well, at least in the Midlands it has. The sun’s been shining and the Great British public has stripped off due to the warmth. Gone are the coats, jumpers and boots – replaced by cropped trousers and strappy vests. Luckily, apart from a few offenders (wink), this trend is restricted to just the women-folk. 🙂
Today’s lyric is a song title – Sting to be specific, but I’d accept Eva Cassidy too – although I could have gone for ‘And it was all yellow’ from Coldplay…. but I’m not a fan.
Ummm? Oh yes. So why the line? Glad you asked 🙂 The fields around the southern parts of Nottinghamshire are aglow with oilseed rape. Indeed when driving through the countryside, you seem to be in a sea of yellow flowers. It certainly brightens up the view! Luckily the smell is quite nice and I hear that it doesn’t upset hay-fever sufferers. In some ways, it’s a shame that Google Earth / MS wotsit isn’t a bit more real-time because I’d like to see just how much rapeseed we’ve got around us. Surely we can’t be eating that much marg? Is it destined for our fuel tanks instead as bio-fuel?
This leads us – because basically this blog is a stream of consciousness – (Ed: the Saints’ be praised for the delete button!) to the future. I’m obsessed- no, ‘obsessed’ is too strong a word – keen? interested? No… fascinated? Yup – fascinated with the change of the past to the future. I love to see old buildings, new ones go up and even the shift from what was once ‘cutting edge’ and is now an accepted part of the background. The same applies to fashion and not just because I’m trans. Okay. Well perhaps because I am a trans. Let’s face it, most (straight) blokes don’t give a hoot, do they? 🙂
In that regard, photos are like the record of our architecture. They let us see who we’ve been and what was once ‘cutting edge’ is now old hat. We move. We change. Indeed it seems a shame, to me at least, that a longer-term record isn’t kept of our high streets and city centres as buildings are ripped up and replaced with new ones. I don’t mind change, but sometimes I’d like to see what’s gone before. I’ve read that with the rise of digital storage, we run the risk of losing our photo records as CD corrupt or formats become obsolete. Ahhh, the price of progress. 🙂
Here’s to a sunny weekend!