After thunder, lightning and flash floods, the allotments looked wet and green under the evening sky. The sun set behind the tress, from 5 to 6 pm, turning the scene from golden spotlight to shades and silhouette under a turquoise sky with pink clouds. As yellows and browns turned to blues and blacks, I lost track of which sheds and shapes the sun had once illuminated. A black house roof on Newnham Avenue anchors the horizon. Lemon and purple dahlias glowed in the dusk and the weed suppressant plastic sheeting rippled like water. In the foreground, wooden boards provide perspective in parallel to the pathways that criss-cross the plots. |