TEXTURES—so rare these days
but never fear, with a discerning eye and a palpitating trigger finger you never know your luck—
Below we have a mesh. It’s part of a … statue? (Okay, a thing shaped like an umbrella and called art.)
Note, the subject (texture) here is the mesh (night sky) upon which the stars (those blobs)—
—are strategically placed to represent the Southern Cross, its pointers, and near neighbours. (If you see text in the mesh it’s the reflection of the named bricks upon which I was standing when I took the shot; everyone who contributed to this edifice got their names on bricks.)
The other background bit is just a building with some cool textures of its own.
And talking textures we can go real cool, Man … as in this shot of some frosty crystals—c’mon, whoever really thought that water could hold texture?
Or that something as firm and textured as this mushroom, which has long since become a texture-free goo?
But while it lasted our fly agaric had both multiple textures and colour. What more could we ask? (But not for dinner, thank you.)
And sharing some of the visual qualities, a wee traveller on an absolute sea of texture—
—who should be grateful that he doesn’t share space with this animated antique (below) who apparently hasn’t changed his own textures in upwards of two hundred million years (give or take a few millions)—
—if you think that his skin doesn’t have texture we may have to redefine the word. (And he loves dining on little spotty guys with wings …)
NOW IF YOU will forgive me, it’s time for bed … time to sink into the soft warm texturous sensations of a huge waterbed (underneath) and the all-enveloping arms of a soft warm down (duvet) over the top. ‘Sleep,’ said Miss Monroe a long time ago, ‘like love should be courted’ … and some textures just cannot be photographed.
Thank heavens we have words …