Sundays Have No Soundtrack

The Clouds :: Tinto 1848 // C-Type Plate // No flash

Some days have no soundtrack. When all you can hear is the wind in the trees, and the happy cheep of birds and the crackle of the fire*. The clouds move in fast-forward and the faraway drone of an aeroplane whisks me off into holiday mode; I wonder where all those people are going. And the best of those days are Sundays that are quiet and contemplative, when I don’t have to rush around anywhere.

But today is not one of those days. I’m heading off to the family home for lunch and a day of bedlam – which is wonderful too.

This photo gallery celebrates Those Days With No Soundtrack.

*I’m totally being poetic here: ‘crackle of the fire’ translates to ‘quiet hum of the gas heater’. 

The Rain :: Tinto 1848 // D-Type Plate // No flash