A Very English Sunday Morning
Looking at the painting (link below) by Seurat, I am reminded of my own photograph, taken in Hyde Park, London on a summer Sunday morning in 1980, which is also an image whose essence is change. It always interests me to look at this photo.
The matronly lady holding court in the deck chair with the Union Jack is perhaps as quintessentially British in respect of a certain era as one could possibly imagine. To me there is this sense that she and her cronies are of an older time and perhaps some of the last of a particular English “type”.
Irrespective, for now she and all the other people in the park are enjoying together the same balmy English sunshine on their faces, and they are united by the soft greens of the park and all is right with the world.
Did I think about this when I took the picture? Hell, no! Seurat took two years to think about exactly what he wanted to express with A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte - my picture probably took 1/125 of a second, and was stumbled upon rather than assiduously constructed.
Can you, though, see the possibility of looking at it this way?