The rays were so specific, lighting up just a tree or a clump of irises, and catching each falling leaf in suspension.
The blueberries gave me such pleasure this summer with bowls of blueberries for my breakfast. Now, long past bearing, they were lit up by the early sun.
'Gro Low' sumac caught fire below a witch hazel as the sun came around the corner of the house.
White reblooming clematis was focused in a shaft of sunlight right outside the kitchen window.
It took me a while to get the coffee made on those mornings. I was too taken with staring out the window at the light.
The first morning that we got a hard frost, the air above was cold too. Contrails streaked across the sky. There were three more V shaped rays just to the right of this shot, but they were exploding directly out of the rising sun and my camera couldn't take the picture, nor could my eyes comprehend what I was seeing. I thought the sky was starting to crack open.
|There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.|
The strange, focused light in the morning is different now that frost has announced winter's intentions. There has been a shift, and the season moves on.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.