Buttercup HillI've just driven back from Stansted airport, from Essex through Cambridgeshire and into Suffolk. The landscape is awash with colour, and it's pretty tempting. There's acres of yellow rape fields, dark stormy skies of grey and purple. The foliage of the trees cover the gamut between hot purple to cool silver. It's all there for the taking but I can't bring myself to do it. You can get drunk on these colours, so it's best to calm down and use monochrome for the time being.
Later this week I have to photograph a bluebell wood near the former home of George Bernard Shaw. How will I get around the problem of colour and still get paid!
