Late Light

It poured with rain most of Monday, but the sun broke through mid-afternoon, and I managed to get in a walk through the Sports Ground, where millions of pounds are being wasted on a refurbishment project – a typical example of "hypothecated" money won by a local authority in a bidding competition – which requires all the perfectly decent football fields and cricket pitches to be excavated and the customary pathways closed off, so that we're forced to walk around the muddy edges, feeling like trespassers.

Never mind, I like "edgelands" and brilliant corners, and the raking late-afternoon light brought something extra to the scene, which I was happy to exploit. The burnt-out car was particularly fetching illuminated by the warm sun, I thought. The detailing created by the burning paint is spectacular, like an intricate artwork using a limited palette of oranges and browns, cross-hatched by the shadow of the temporary fencing, or perhaps the hide of some heavily-tattooed elephant. Maybe they should leave it there as a spontaneous public sculpture.

Oh well, nice while it lasted!