Where does one begin? I’m a lad from the wide open spaces of Africa. There where horizons seem to recede into the purple mists… in ever fading lines. Lines of jagged rocky outcrops… smooth lines of undulating hills or just simply wide open spaces stretching so far that the blackness of spaces adds the backdrop of millennia past. Or, one can draw inward… as I commented when Ailsa posted the challenge… Ireland has no big skies… no vast open spaces. So, I’ve turned the idea around a little… to suit my taste…
Why not begin with a bit of ambiguity? Is the faint yellowish horizontal grass line the horizon or are the trees drawing our eye to the solitary focal point on the virtual horizon?
Then, why not use the structure of the roof to define the horizon? I’m sure the cloud-scape would have looked totally out of place had there not been a fixed line low in the photo. Surely a big sky? Well, if not big then messy!
Back to Phoenix Park… where’s the horizon here? I don’t know but is it really of any consequence?
Low horizons. Birds, birds and more birds… a flock of terns, me thinks… that’s Howth in the distance. Grand… why not stay with the feathered friends but pull the horizon in a little… or a lot?
I wonder? Was there really a horizon to speak of in that pic? Blurred between the grass heads maybe. No, it’s not a stuffed bird prop for effect, it’s me fluking a photo. Then, if there wasn’t enough horizon in this pic I’ll leave you with a proper horizon… see if you can spot the oddity? Soft landings anyone?