Fabula Nebula
On three of the seven peaks, and one of the last days of the summer, the sun was merciful, the colours jumped around like giddy 3-5 year olds, and I simply let the theatre play itself in front of me
The term 'Fabula Nebula' was coined to reflect the fabulous nebula that our own world is sometimes. A star factory conjuring us up.
The rough and serrated edges of the cliffs stood side by side the edges of faces and bodies, while the vast blue canopy above and the ever chameleon-like ocean below provided the support and backdrop.
There are words left unsaid, poetry left unrecited, and music left unplayed in each of these images. They are all there, but then they are light-years away
Windows in open spaces. Vistas to see the vastness through. The stars still there looking back at us, but invisible to our eyes in the blueness.
Only the brightest ones with a dark aura around them, spotted.
One surface, multiple layers. Like sheets of glass. The sky reflecting. The water reflecting. Ripples like wrinkles for the sea is old. And then you wonder, what she talks about to the stars at night. Do they reflect in her too..