The early Victorian tenements of Marchmont blushed faint pink in the sunlight. The peaked roofs visibly relaxed, bereft, as they suddenly were, of the generally overcast sky’s weight. Compared to the Old Town, Marchmont’s quiet rang in my ears. Blonde stone from some later period flickered in the unbroken wall of housing. I ambled among the streets to Arden Street, one-time home of Ian Rankin and perpetual home of his Detective Inspector Rebus.
Life imitates art imitates life.
In the limbo between Marchmont and the Meadows, a riot of tulips waited to erupt.
This photo reminds me of the images you get from a hall of mirrors where you repeat until infinity. I like the contrast between the blus sky and the stone bricks!
And the houses kept going, too. Apt comparison 🙂
Great capture!
I agree with Connie. The contrast and mirror effect. Lovely photo!
What’s the weather like these days? I think I’m going to head for a few days at the end of the month.
Cold, but no precipitation since I’ve been here. Looks like that might change soon. The weather is pretty constant here. You can expect it to quite brisk, windy, and overcast for at least part of the day.
lovely linear effect