The morning light came and went. Bright spots, dark clouds like my week radical changes often dark. Noon a incredible downpour.
Three pm a breeze sun and rich saturated light. There is a look that follows a Thunder Storm or downpour. Clear yet so much moisture in the air, combined with the late light warm on the kelvin scale.
It is the light, the smell it is Autumn
Just color swatches here not high art just a look at the day. My day seeking bright color at the end of a dark week.
The day mirrors my week. The E.R. on Wed. night. Not able to walk for three days. A friend is gone, my best friend. The call came Sat morning it was not unexpected but I still start to cry Inara rushes to me hugging me so much love, compassion from a child. She takes me through knowing when to play and when to hug. peace pjc
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The light you captured after the thunderstorm is what a poet friend of mine says is “so green it hurts your eyes”. No healing words can match the hugs of an intuitive child. Blessings that only Inara can deliver.
Alice I so look forward to your comment. “So green it hurts your eyes” I struggled to find words to describe the light poet friend nailed it perfectly.
enjoy pjc
Photos of Autumn are always such a treat for eyes, with colors that only happen together in nature at this time of year. I love the contrast of the first two photos, different time, different light, different feel of the same place. Always great to see and feel. Your contest word, of course, must be light. Without it, there would be no color or image and a dark, sad world.
I’m late with my thoughts, but always enjoy your work. And your posts!
Katherine good guess but not right. Thanks for the comments they make me more secure. LOL enjoy pjc
So sorry to hear of your week Peter. How life takes us from here to there without warning or permission. Darkness comes and we push through yearning for the light but struggling to let go and fly above all the chaos, hurt and disappointment We are but Aliens on this planet, visiting with our fragile bodies that clothe our spirit from within. Having to lose our dearest friends rips at our heart but to believe we will meet up one day in a greater place that we call home, gives us hope. I loved the photo’s of Autumn from beginning to end. These are life changes and we are in the midst.