Light and cabbages
Travelling across the fens last week I was ravished by the colours of the vast fields of cabbages in the sweet late summer light. It was as if they were lit from the inside. And indeed they were. All the colours are in the light but only potentially so for light itself is invisible and colourless. It is only when it penetrates into the unique molecular structures of different kinds of things that they glow with the actual colours that belong, interdependently, both to the light and to them. Colour is an interaction, one might almost say a love affair, between light and the things upon which it falls.