gift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you accept a gift as something unexpected coming your way, like a photograph often does, coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of you. That’s a fine way to live.

~Joel Meyerowitz

 

A day of hiking and snapping with my son
the best gift

(video by Eric Licht @lichtthoughts)

 

the golden hour

 

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the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light. It’s time to bring in the lawn chairs
and wind chimes, time to draw the drapes against the wind, time to hunker
down. Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber; it slides though our hands like a rope
of silk. At night, the moon’s restless searchlight sweeps across the sky.

~ Barbara Crooker
Small Rain
writer’s almanac

holding summer

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The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
― E.A. Bucchianeri

golden slumbers

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golden slumbers

dangling participles

it happened one night

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goodnight fence

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise

~ Lennon/McCartney

I love getting back to our usual golden hour walks now

one summer evening

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into the woods

golden hour walk

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Collage

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golden grasses

golden hour blues

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watercolors

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summer green

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andy golden hour

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“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.”

~Kellie Elmore