“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”—J.B. Priestley
I love the blaze of light which gathers just before night creeps up onto the land
The collapse of the day
The colors only are seen at the beginning of the day or at the ending
The sky turning into the color of blueberry ice cream/ turning the earth the same color
Sometimes there are no masses of clouds defined with rays of sunshine
Or the clouds are so thin that the shafts of light seem misty and blurry
Sunrise can be so stunningly amazing that the trees seem like black shadows
Until the sun becomes high enough in the sky the dark silhouettes fade away
Then there is that golden light…a light there really isn’t words to explain the beauty
Just being outside, in that glory-filled light is really quite peaceful.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I really like your description of the sky ‘the color of blueberry ice cream’. I’ve never thought of that, but love it. All of your photos are gorgeous.
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Oh! Thank you, George
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As fascinating as the sky over some of the more remote regions are, I find contrails to be fascinating to. I do not know where they came from or where they are going. I can imagine that their origins and destinations are just as exotic as the particular place that I watch them from.
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I think like that also!
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Those are not con trails.
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They are JET STREAMS!
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Beautiful photos ~ Beautiful thoughts. I especially like the light shining off in the canyon.
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Me too!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Marianne
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Georgia
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Stunning photographs as always.
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Thank you, Jan
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For you, it’s blueberry ice cream. Here, I’m more likely to get mango ice cream, with a dash of raspberry. Our sunrises and sunsets are always so vivid; being a dry country, there’s a lot of dust in the atmosphere and it tends to give us ‘screaming’ colour rather than soft blues and lavenders.
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We get the vivid colors in the spring, summer and fall, but come winter we turn into blues and lavender. Also the sunsets don’t last as long as the other three seasons…about two minutes at the most. Sad really…but what it is.
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I guess the difference is, we don’t really get ‘winter’, just the Dry vs the Wet. We have only a 2 hour difference in day length between the Wet and the Dry, being so much closer to the equator.
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I could LOVE living next to the equator! Summer year round!
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But also the heat, the bugs, the cyclone alerts, the endless rains during the wet, the mildew, the humidity…. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but it’s not all sunshine and roses.
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The mildew would be very different for me
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Not a whole lot of fun. I’d find extreme dryness hard, I must say.
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A person does wrinkle fast! 🙂
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Here, not so much, but there are other hazards…
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The the mold…
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Perpetual sweatiness, prickly heat, rashes, tropical ulcers, dengue fever, Ross River fever…. You’re very well off where you are 🙂
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Sigh I guess so.
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I am so glad to see you are familiar with J.B. Priestly. He was a wonderful essayist and the editor of the Senior English textbook I used when I began to teach in the 60s He is not read much these days–not relevant, just another dead white man, etc., His essays are wonderful, and he was a wonderful editor. His comments on MacBeth and Lady MacBeth still make my hair stand on end after all these decades.
One essay, My Wood, was about possessions and how they make us “heavy”. I think it is more relevant than most of the twaddle students read now. I say that as I’m about to be swallowed by possessions.
Thanks for a lovely walk down memory Lane. Beautiful blog as always.
You and you family are a wonderful addition to my life.
Katie
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Oh! Katie you are always such a lovely spot in my life also. I do like J.B. Priestly and like you I am being swallowed up with possessions. Which is a goal this year to REDUCE!
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Gorgeous pictures, Linda! I, too, am swallowed by possessions, as I found out when I moved into my little house! Must be conquered!!
Hugs and blessings!
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2019 MUST be the YEAR!
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the 5th pict (from top) with the radii of …. planters? hay? kind of like a medicine wheel. also, it’s neat how you ‘n your camera capture the bird wings frozen in flight — I think my camera ain’t that fast !
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That is my medicine wheel garden. It’s a huge old tree stump of which I had to figure out how to camouflage. Sometimes I just get a blur…just say’n. Thank you!
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I too love that description the colour of blueberry ice cream 🙂 I also love that golden light it takes great shots!
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Golden light is just the best…I try to watch for it all the time.
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