I was going to call this a Tryptych but apparently such a thing is a work of art divided into three sections. So this set is just a triple then, and we can argue if it's art or not. Crafted, maybe.
The white inn by the river is in Haddington, East Lothian, Scotland. With it's sign proclaiming the 'Waterside Inn' it satisfied that thing I like, the self describing image: it's an Inn, it's by the Water. What else do you need to know ?
There was a drone buzzing away above me as I photographed this, not intrusively though. I imagine such a sound will become commonplace, if not already, like ringtones, cars, bicycles...how far back do you go before you claim pristine silence ? It's just the world, isn't it - I mean, soundscapes change as much as landscapes change.
Staying with soundscapes, the second two images are from a little further from the town itself, still on the River Tyne walkway; and as such, sounded very different. Maybe more natural. Stop and stare a while, let your senses adjust to nature's pace. Absorb what's going on. You don't always need to be active; it's a treat to be passive, sometimes. It's cold, feel it in your nostrils, on your cheeks, but turn to the sun and see if you can detect any warmth. You can ? Can you smell the river earth ? What can you hear ? The water...the drip of raindrops...eddies in the slowly flowing river...you'll not hear the wren, or the dipper, but maybe the robin. The robin is a dusk singer. There's woodsmoke in the air, breathe it in deeply; nature's musk.
There's no hurry, but maybe that creeping cold is in your boots now. Maybe the thought of dinner will move you on at last. A wee nip ? Why not......
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