One of many photos from BJ, before Jamaica. The stabs of lights on the ground make me think of the Mysterons from the TV show Captain Scarlet. Yes, it was one of the cornier series of the times, with the flying Angels and Scarlet talking like Cary Grant, but still, the spooky voice announcing We. Are. The. Mysterons always impressed me. Portishead managed to salvage some cool from the corn with their track of the same name.
I note that I wrote about Captain Scarlet a little over a year ago. Let’s just leave it as an annual thing, eh?
The photo was taken in the woods surrounding the Nol in ‘t Bosch hotel in the Netherlands. It was a beautiful autumn morning with the sun peaking early, sending bright shafts of light through the dense forest. The ground was strewn with leaves of all shades of the season, brown, yellow, gold. Lining the forest path, 10,000 cobwebs hung heavy with sparkling dewdrops, strung out along the baby conifers like Christmas fairylights.
Such mornings I miss.