I love the feeling of sunshine on my face. It makes me feel warm and alive.
But as a photographer, I don’t like the full glare of the noonday sun. It bleaches colour and mutes perspective.
Better are times like this morning when the valley is grey in the Welsh drizzle. The damp trunks of the silver birch stand out like polished bones against the backdrop of fine brown leafless branches.
Patterns come alive.
Sometimes, there are things that we can only really appreciate when it isn’t sunny. This is the fertile ground of insights.
Don’t miss them.
Because my suspicion is that wisdom isn’t grown in the bright light of sunshine.