Layers… yes, that’s the term used for egg producing hens. Chicken farmers will talk of layers or pullets. Pullets are almost layers. A pullet becomes a layer when she deposits her first egg in the basket… or on the floor or wherever the poor thing decides to break her duck… or chicken or whatever.
However, I don’t quite know why I chose this line of attack as I don’t have any photos of chickens on the point of lay… or layer, or even layers. Maybe the thought sprung to mind because of the layered complexity of my mind. You see, this week Sara shows us a fine example of cabbage… the photo almost looks good enough to eat. I don’t have any such great brassica pics so maybe the old rotted mind of mine skipped a few outer layers, making one giant leap to another food source… or, should that be sauce? OK… now I’ve managed to drag my mind from lay to layer without as much of a single connection.
Where do I find photos of a layered nature, I wondered. Summer galleries? Maybe there could be something there. So… the obscure layering process began… I found one pic with a lovely array of sunset clouds layered one atop the other.
If you look closely at the bottom left corner you’ll see an object that appears to be structured in layers… that’s because it might just be. A closer look confirms my suspicion…
The search for cabbage photos took me deeper into the September folder… more layers of colour… more layers of beauty.
However, I wanted to take a few up to date autumn layers of colour photos so I went walk about in the garden… just for you. No, for us all!