There is that special time of day when day slips into night and the light is so soft and things look a bit blurry -- I love that time. In England it is referred to as the gloaming- we say dusk here but dusk doesn't capture the feel of the light.
Light fascinates me. I love to look at objects when the light seems to bounce off or splinter. Candle light is magical and I often light small votives all around the pond and in my wall sconces on the patio and just sit and enjoy the ambiance and try to figure out just where the dark takes over from the glow of the candles.
Life moves so quickly I wonder if we shouldn't sit and look at a candle flame, observe the light shifting into shadow, revel in the pink of the Paris light, soak in the grey- rainy mist of London, the glint of light on fresh snow .
Wouldn't it be nice if we could capture the light not just with a camera or a film but with our hearts and our minds forever?
Have a PINK day!
Some soft Parisian light I would say morning light here. How can I not love a city that so often is so PINK and seems to want to look pretty for all to enjoy? I think of the city as a feminine entity do you? Stone buildings seem to be alive with curves and embellishments.
