The intense blue of Dragon Head Rye came from a polariser filter beneath a fierce summer sun. I took these images about four years ago, on one of those restless afternoons when the city felt too crowded and noisy, and the only remedy was to drive until the roads emptied and the horizon widened.
At the time, I dismissed the photographs. They lacked the seduction of golden hour light, that honeyed glow photographers endlessly chase. Blue, to me then, felt too easy, too calm, too honest — a colour without mystery or struggle, a colour that offered little drama to wrestle with.
But years later, the images have softened into something else entirely. The vivid blue no longer feels plain. It feels quiet. The empty skies and cool tones now carry the stillness I could not appreciate then — the peace of escaping the city for a while, with nothing demanded except the simple act of looking.
Sony A7RIV
FE 16-35mm f2.8 GM
Linking Sunday Best
