October 25th – There was a beautiful sunset as I left work. I saw it through the frosted skylights at work; they’d got a lovely pink colour which signified something interesting was happening.
The trouble is with where I work, there aren’t many decent spots to get the sunset from.
Getting on a turn of speed, I managed to make old favourite the Kings Hill cellphone mast, still trading data with the ether against a glorious sky, and over the ruins of James Bridge Copper Works at Alumwell.
It’s always annoying to see a good sunset yet not be somewhere with a decent view of it…
#365daysofbiking Stars of the fall:
October 17th – It was a beautiful crisp, clear evening as night fell, and I was pleased to see in the western skies the stars were out, just discernible beyond the trees.
I might not like this time of year that much, but the sunsets are well worth it.
October 4th – On my way home I had business in Shenstone, and as I returned through the tiny hamlet of Lynn, darkness was falling with the most stunning, dramatic sky.
I loved the way id highlighted the overhead electricity lines, which are something I consider beautiful and mysterious. These complex arrangements of poles, cable, metal structures and ceramic insulators are ignored by most, but are essential to our daily lives.
Few study them, and even fewer understand their layout, function and protective equipment. But that’s the whole point: The mystery in the complexity.
Meanwhile, while I was admiring the wiring, I was being watched, and never noticed.
#365daysofbiking I trip through your wires:
September 29th – At Crestacre, on the top of Springhill overlooking Sandhills and Brownhills, the sky was a gorgeous combination of red, orange and blue, and set off the skyline of Brownhills beautifully, even if that did pretty much just consist of Humphries House.
I was intrigued by the medium voltage electric lines in the foreground, and the set of jumper insulators on the pole’s left. I’ve never noticed them before, and wonder why they’re there?
#365daysofbiking Pink light:
September 27th – Coming home in the almost dark again, the light over Clayhanger Bridge and the canal was very pink, and very beautiful.
It’s a constant source of amazement to me that the onset of the night can be so damned beautiful.