The smell of spring, bright and cheery, magnified by the smiling sun shining upon the park as I walk through its grassy green paths, birds chirping in the air. All the living things are starting to come out of hibernation; trees with fresh sprouted young leaves, flowers blossoming, adults laying on the grass reading books and children playing ball or Frisbee amongst themselves. It was the feeling of happiness and joy, the celebration from a dull gloomy winter to the jubilant vivid colours and sounds of spring.
Everything around me was distinct in textures and patterns, with the patterns of nature differing the textures of the urban city directly next to it. Starting from Hyde Park, I begin to snap photographs of textures and patterns of any object that played a part in identifying its environment. Upon exiting the serenity of the park back into the hustle and bustle of the urban city, the sun slowly disappeared into the clouds. It seemed like the weather was trying to play a part in my walk that controlled the mood of the environment.
The winds grew really strong, causing one to mischievously think if it were possible to be blown away. The organic textures and patterns of nature and its fresh vibrant colours now disappeared as fixed repetitive rigid lines of the urban city took over. With the tall, handsome and majestic buildings towering over one’s head, it left a portion of the blue sky as its only link to nature.
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