I spent in the desert 17 years living in one season – constant, dry, unchanging summer. Warm, to hot, to scorching to Jupiterian . Never a cloud in the sky. Spare the occasional rain a couple of days in the year, the only weather you get is a sandstorm. The landscape, arid and quite monotonous is full of life, but you have to look for it. The little that is shown on the surface is wind and haze. Makes you think that the God who created this landscape was a tired old man, grumpy and irritable, in a fit of impotent rage.
And then – bang!- overnight, I was in the Bahamas – right in the middle of the hurricane season. Nature here is intense – it rocks and rolls. The skies are never completely free of cloud, the rain pours, sometimes violently. Everything grows with a vengeance – you can literary hear the new branches cracking as they split from the trees, new leaves breaking from the buds. It is exhilarating, intoxicating, wild. Godly testosterone at its peak. Look –
Yes, I painted the sea too, but that will another post.
PS I am still a new blogger battling with WP’s technicalities – no idea how to make my images larger without having to click on them. Tips appreciated.