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8:00 pm

I was fascinated by a recent series titled Afterglow over at Sunshine Coast Daily where Peter watched the changing light at sundown.  Let's relax, watch the sun go down over the lake and muse on a little poetry.

It depends on which direction you look whether this is are blue hour or golden hour. This and the previous post were both taken at 8:00 pm.

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

~ Mary Oliver

Comments

  1. It all depends on the weather, isn't it? I think both photos are beautiful.

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  2. Winam, all of these shots were taken on the same day. The difference in colour is because one is looking west into the sunset the other away from it to the north.

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  3. Beautiful. Thanks for the comment on my church, Havilah. I think yours at sunset is a winner, timed to perfection.

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  4. The mood is definitely different and the poems describes it well.

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  5. Awesome light! I'm sure I will enjoy this series.

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  6. Power and things: it takes time to build up immunity to these. And one has to deliberately put oneself into the danger zone to get adequate innoculation.

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  7. Forgot to say how I treasure the silhouettes, especially the wheeling bird.

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