There are a few particular words on the 365 list that I’ve really struggled with. Overcast has possibly challenged me more than any other.
There have been many occasions in the past few months where we’ve set off out on a cloudy day, my excitement building at the thought of being able to capture an Overcast sky. Only for it to suddenly brighten up as soon as we’ve arrived at wherever it was that we were going.
There have been a couple of occasions where Mike’s had to explain to me (I’m a non-driver) that passing the perfect scene with clouds arranged wonderfully overhead isn’t enough of an emergency to warrant pulling over on the motorway hard shoulder.
There have even been one or two days when I’ve taken pictures of overcast skies that have looked totally different once I’ve loaded them onto the computer, much to my annoyance.
I took this picture at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park at the weekend. It was one of the first that I looked at when we arrived home, and I called Mike over to have a look. He knew exactly what I was driving at.
“How would you describe the sky on this picture?”
“Well, sort of dull. Cloudy. Stormy, I’d say.”
“But not overcast?”
“Oh no, definitely not overcast.”
Well, having scoured the country, I’m deciding that this picture is the best representation I can find of Overcast. It’ll have to do.
The artwork, by the way, is part of the Jaume Plensa exhibition at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park (more of which another time).