Look through the camera at the interaction of green grass, dried stalks, the gentle rise of the land, we are so close there is no horizon; I wish I had a red filter, a wish I never made before. I want to heighten the contrast of greens to reveal the brush strokes that wait to be displayed within this frame of land.
I wait for the light to improve, lost in thought and the new realization I can determine the colours the camera sees.
Now, I know what a filter is for.
Peterborough Poets 