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Across the pale green landscape of a dying summer’s day,
My lengthening shadow, grows impatient to be free,
Looking over my shoulder, and there’s nobody,
And there’s nobody,
Doesn’t quite scan as a poem, but these were the opening words of a song I began in my early 20s. Not through want of trying, I never appeared able to finish it.
Although this photo was taken at sunrise instead of sunset, the colours seem appropriate. The beautiful sunflowers that grew in the field next to where I live in Andalucia, have shrivelled and been harvested for their seeds. They may even end up in a bottle on a shelf near you.
Earlier this year I took a few shots of the field in full flower, and wrote the short story The Most Beautiful Flower, which was posted in July. Some of you may have already read it. Back then the field looked like this:
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