Letters fall from the shelf creased and fragile from a thousand openings
Words spill out like pictures bright stars on dark nights silver moonlight on the sea
Light up the darkening sky with sacred promises true love never dies
This week’s Sunday Stills prompt of “night” was a little daunting for me. You see I’m not a night person. I’m much more likely to see a sunrise than a sunset. When I step foot outside after dark, it’s usually just to my own yard to gaze at the moon, maybe charge my crystals. That being said, I ransacked my photo files and did come up with a few.
2020 Blue Moon — I always find that surrounding a moon shot with frames of reference helps. Here the Halloween Blue Moon plays peek-a-boo with me behind the trees. Also, it offsets the lens flares with which I struggle, like a LOT.
Evening on the Lanai – Kauaii– Here landscape lighting and tiki torches accent brilliant moonlight reflected on the ocean.
Jack-o-lanterns — This is a great shot for reminding myself, it’s not always about the quality of the shot, it’s the feelings and memories.
Nijo Castle – Kyoto Japan — Snapped with a tiny cell phone, a good illustration of the problems encountered with night photography. The castle is lit up so brightly that details are nearly indiscernable.
Sunset on Waikiki — I may not be much for “night” photography but give me a sunset and, oh my …
Here where the artesian spring gurgles up through the ground, I pause. My intuition stirs, something. I glance behind and see him there, browsing amongst the fading autumn grass. I sense no fear from him, no tensing of muscle and sinew. Why should he flee? My soft pink form is no threat to him. I wonder if he knows, something inside, outside the bounds of human knowing. I would not harm him, nor his home.
Others are treacherous and wasteful, caring not for the needs of growing things. Contemptuous of all they deem lesser, and all is less. But for now, we are content to share this bit of world, the deer and I. I smile and he turns away from the warmth of sun on waning grass; away from me.
We drink from the stream, with a warm delight – the same the deer and I
For Terri’s Sunday Stills our prompt this week is lights. Like a lot of folk, I immediately thought of Holiday lights. Honestly, they are virtually non-existent for us. It’s hard to string up lights around an RV and neither of us drive much at night for local viewing. After reading Terri’s post though, I realized that “lights” doesn’t necessarily mean Holiday. As an artist, I find I’m always looking for that particular … something, a certain quality of light that sparks the imagination, and ignites the soul.
Certain Quality of Light
The air alive with magic, the world awash with a certain quality of light eyes open to incandescent beauty of the new day, brave and bright my poor heart trembling, I breathe, weeping with delight The moment passed too quickly but never will I forget the sigh of a world alive with magic and that certain quality of light
And finally, for those of you who just NEED that Holiday Lights fix, my fav
Waves pound against the beach far below the “lovers leap” tourists come to gawk in vain searching for the charred remains where lovers leapt to their demise their dirge a seagull’s mournful cry rest they here beyond sorrow’s reach as waves pound against the beach
This week’s Sunday Stills prompt is our monthly color exploration, this month – Auburn Many thanks to Terri for the prompt as auburn is one of my very favorite shades
Auburn hair slid beneath his hands hot nights lying on coral sands when diamonds winked from the indigo sky serenade of waves as night rolled by adventures as they rode across the land lost as auburn hair slid beneath his hands
In the forest’s dark shroud stood a wee, tiny house not home to a human, squirrel, or mouse where the fairies came to dance and to play they come out at twilight and at break of day
By the old oak whose bark is all twisted and curled in the dark of the glade lies the fairies’ small world by the light of the moon I glimpsed me a sight of a world half in shadow and half way in light
In the space between heartbeats in the moments between sleeping and waking in the pause between snowflakes drifting aimlessly there are galaxies of light and loss vast seas of cosmos for love to cross here in those unseen spaces here where life renews here for all eternity I will wait for you