I’m back with a post called ‘Black‘ after a few weeks of being busy in the garden, house maintenance and general busy body departments.
Back Is Black
To ease myself back into the blogging world, I thought I would continue where I left off. With a weekly prompt challenge which this week is titled Black.
A lot of properties not too far from where we live are very old, medieval buildings. I’m no architect, but the buildings were assembled using huge oak beams as the basic structure. Hence, the black and white criss-cross patchwork of architecture that we see not only in the countryside but also in major cities like London.
The Old Days
Invariably, I find myself thinking back to how it must have been in those days. Was life itself black and white? Of course, nature would have provided plenty of natural colour with flowers and blossoming trees, but the towns and cities would have predominantly been black and white.
Life Without Colour
Then again, I would have thought the oak beams used in building work would have been brown when they were new. Only many years later would they turn the dark ebony colour we see today. Perhaps there was a lot more colour around than I imagined. Whenever I recall my own childhood, I seem to see everything in black and white. It wasn’t until I found music and my own way in life that things turned to full-on colour.
From A Different Angle
Pondering my life at the moment and it’s amazing how many things are black yet give out the warmest and brightest colours. For example, the wood burner is black, yet when it burns, it gives off a beautiful glow of reds, blues and oranges. The television, black and lifeless, yet switched on will exude the whole spectrum of mesmerising colours. So many things in our lives are dark, yet bring so much colour and entertainment.