This weekend GC and SueW have chosen ‘Yellow’ as the theme for their challenge.
This weekend your Saturday Photo Challenge is Yellow.
At the start of 2019, GC and I introduced a monthly colour challenge, and for the month of May we have opted for the colour YELLOW.
During the early 1970s, those of you old enough to remember will know that yellow was a popular colour choice for home decor. Like most things from that era, the colour has made a modern day comeback. These days instead of teaming up with purple (my questionable choice back then), the colour is more likely to be found toned down slightly, and nestling comfortably alongside grey.
Well for my first photo I went with a very predictable Yellow flower, I love yellow and green together.
‘Yellow and green, together are seen’, Trengwainton Garden, 2016.
I also love purple, and as Sue mentioned purple, I happen to like purple paired with green! however Sue’s 70’s preference was yellow and purple, so here is a photo taken this week when we visited Laugharne, looking out across the water from Dylan Thomas’ Boathouse.
‘Dylan Dreams’, Laugharne, 2019.
Alas I feel I have captured more of the 80’s in the above though. We also had a purple room in the 70’s, Deep royal purple! and to go with it a feature wall which had wood panel effect wall paper, all very classy!
We lying by seasand.
We lying by seasand, watching yellow
And the grave sea, mock who deride
Who follow the red rivers, hollow
Alcove of words out of cicada shade,
For in this yellow grave of sand and sea
A calling for colour calls with the wind
That’s grave and gay as grave and sea
Sleeping on either hand.
The lunar silences, the silent tide
Lapping the still canals, the dry tide-master
Ribbed between desert and water storm,
Should cure our ills of the water
With a one-coloured calm;
The heavenly music over the sand
Sounds with the grains as they hurry
Hiding the golden mountains and mansions
Of the grave, gay, seaside land.
Bound by a sovereign strip, we lie,
Watch yellow, wish for wind to blow away
The strata of the shore and drown red rock;
But wishes breed not, neither
Can we fend off rock arrival,
Lie watching yellow until the golden weather
Breaks, O my heart’s blood, like a heart and hill.
– Dylan Thomas