In the late afternoon someone is taking publicity shots of some models at the edge of the sea. There are two models - a young man and a young woman. The man wears white trousers and the girl a long white dress. The man is up to his knees in shallow water, the girl is lying in the water. The photographer assisted by a girl with note pad calls for different postures. The girl is soaked and there is wet sand all over her dress. An hour later, having adopted various poses, hand in hand or embracing, they are still at it. The sun is getting lower. The models must be getting cold. I find myself hoping that they are paid well.
Three dog walkers stop to talk to one one another. Their little dogs strain at their leashes in different directions. Sometimes they bark at one another. Sometimes they bark at other dogs walking past, who are lucky enough to be led by more active humans.
We have chosen the right table although we did not anticipate rain. Before the torrential shower arrives, the sea changes colour and white horses appear within only a few minutes. Then down comes the rain and suddenly everyone is running for shelter including a group of school children on a school outing. We are dry under an awning but the children have to cluster like cackling chickens under the umbrellas intended to keep off the sun rather than downpours. They gnaw their picnic lunches while we pick at our tapas. It is a piece of theatre we don´t expect but which adds depth to the pleasures of a full day.Uniform weather would be boring. Soon the sun is out again and we stroll back to the hotel in its warmth while the waves break on the sand beside us.
I miss the pictures you always put up...
You paint scenes with words that convey more than photographs usually do.
I can almost see the goosebumps on the models, who must have been shivering by day's end. And to compare the children to cackling chickens - I can see them jostling each other for the drier spots under the umbrella, a constant stream of agravated chatter filling the air. Oh, and "gnaw their picnic lunches"...of course, they do. Wonderful depiction.
I enjoy your photographs, too, but I don't miss them when the scenes are drawn out as well as these.
A particularly vivid and lively set of pictures, I too love the children gnawing their pack lunches!
I expect there'll be some photos when you get back...
Comment verification is 'joicial' which could perhaps be an adjective pertaining to yourself and your work?
We are glad to be home. Though sorry to keave the sun and sea and so many strange stories. Pictures are resumed and for the next few days will include images from Catalunia.
Joyce says she know about the sea changing colour before it rains. She also says that she remembers the white horses.
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