The Morning Blues

One of those winter mornings when the sun smashed horizontally across the fields, making it painful to walk south-east into its blinding fire. The path was iron-hard with frost as I strode along with my hands thrust deep into my pockets. Near the plantation I stopped and saw the sun piercing the trees. I reached for the camera...

....I took several shots, resting my elbows on the frosty fence.

But it was when I got back home and looked at the pictures on my laptop that I noticed something unexpected. Some of the trees had taken on a bluish hue while others were a more normal colour. I can assure you that there's no such thing as a blue tree even though it may have been cold enough to make my fingers turn that colour! I think it's a freakish result of the colour temperature of reflected light. In other words some of the tree trunks are in shade and are illuminated chiefly by blue light from the clear blue sky while others are so positioned that they are lit by light reflected from the ground or from nearby trees. Well, that's my theory. Or maybe they just got the blues.

Take care.