The Prospect of a New Day— Tuesday, January 8, 2019

“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,




34 thoughts on “The Prospect of a New Day— Tuesday, January 8, 2019

  1. 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.


  2. 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.


  3. 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.



    • 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!


  4. 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!


  5. 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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