I seem to have become a connoisseur of barrier-tapes and fences. A few years ago I made a sequence called The Mysterious Barricades, featuring various ineffective or odd barriers encountered in the landscape. I stole the title from a harpsichord piece by Couperin which, I confess, I first came across and appropriated after reading its description in William Wharton's novel Last Lovers.
Wharton, by the way, is a very good writer whose work seems to have vanished from view: Birdy was once famous because of the film, but if you're looking for something new to read I'd recommend Dad or A Midnight Clear.
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One of my mental notes I carry around to consult when photographing is not to be too pernickety about nulling out colour casts or avoiding mixed lighting. The way that green foliage reflects blue/cyan skylight is one of my favourites, and it turns up often in summer at high latitudes. The effect is slightly undersea odd, but beautiful.
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