soliloquies in the outdoors…
Fire and ice atop stoic summits is an intriguing interplay, for the fire doesn’t burn and the ice tends to warm… the light is forever in flux while the ice is a statis in perpetuity… twixt the two, the notions of time stand flummoxed… dawn and dusk, both extremities bestowed with a benevolent sun, one …
Twilight – one part of it is hope, the other is resignation… a submission to the forces around and beyond… impatience giving way to forbearance as the last of the light tucks itself into a lunar solace… a time of the day when thoughts become atmospheric, sacrificing their precision, anesthetized by a sense of nostalgia… …
Twilight is by all means a magical time of the day… crepuscular congregations in full swing as the skies grapple with those sudden transient spurts of colour fading into the dusk or the day as soon as they appeared… twilight is when the sun really gives a few glimpses of it’s true artistic potential, for …
Winter twilight in the mountains….