Old postcards from the nineteen fifties. Ever seen them? They can have this bizarre saturation of colour that makes you wonder if the photographer got a pot of paint out and sploshed over the lawns and trees and milky skies with a large brush of pigment. There was a fair bit of detail lost in whatever process was involved.

And this is what I'm reminded of here.

It was an evening shot with the sun behind so the house front was shadowed and vague. I played with the saturation several times to bump it up and in the process the green of grass and tree were flooded with more chlorophyll than they naturally had a right to.

This is the front of the house I showed last week.

If you didn't pick up on it, the over the top colouring is a nostalgia thing for me. I never visited the Cotswolds or Stratford on Avon of the postcards as a child and when I did get to go I felt I had missed seeing them in a more innocent time. Postcard time.

It's a nostalgia for the things I never saw and never had.