Light

Seem to have developed a bit of an obsession with the way light hits things. Oh well, I like it, and like shooting straight into the sun. Just hope I don't frazzle my ogglers too soon by looking at our big star so much. Composition seems to have gone out the window, but I suppose it reflects the randomness of nature. Blimmin eck, that sounded a bit arty farty, as if there is some intent behind my randomness. Hmm, I smell tones of wild garlic, with a hint of tarmac and magnolia undertones.