Which technically (o, ye pedantic old poop!) could well mean in the strictly photographic sense of colours and shades; dark to light and vice-reversa.
Or maybe not …
Taken in spring, during the transition from the challenge of the cold blustery days of winter in Invercargill to the cold blustery days of summer (there’s also an implied transition in the permanent positioning of those gates but I’ll leave it for you to figure).
Right place, right time (but not in Invercargill) to catch an unsubtle colour transition. No words of wisdom from this angle, so let’s move on a bit further—
—our transition of course being from past to future; this representation of a living dinosaur (the real thing is about the size of a rat, this bronze statue is bigger than moi) making the transition from sharp to fuzzy*.
IF YOU REALLY WANT
fuzzy, it’s hard to beat Gemstone Beach when the tide is transitioning from one extreme to the other—
—and the clarity of the wind-blown air likewise. So: water is in, no?
MY OLD DAD
when I was a wide-eyed endlessly inquisitive infant once told me about surface tension. At the time I was fascinated by how water can be a liquid and very fluid with it, but sometimes it became little balls … however, if you tried to make a stack of those balls you got all wet and lost your—
spheres. And I never did find a hard-and-fast rule for exactly when a water ball will make the transition to a spreading flow. One of life’s little mysteries, I suppose.
Popping it with a pin made no difference (most times) proving that some transitions can be permanent.
Or not ….
SIC SEMPER AQUA GLOBULAE
* Focus … ha! Gotcha!