July 9, 2015
Summer nights around the house – when the angle of sunlight turns the mundane into dramatic.
It’s enough to get lost in. Evenings like this, there’s entertainment in simply watching the light move, and shape, and shift.
Like some mythic, benevolent dictator, the sun shows its preferences in direct ways. A set of headphones here, the neighbors yard over there. You can’t question it. You just record it.
And hope the light shines on you.
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose
The Tragically Hip, “ Vapour Trails”
April 9, 2015
I’m lucky. My house has a lot of windows, giving it an airy feel most of the day. But when the sun sets, the house becomes a pretty magical place.
It’s not like the
harsh morning light coming in the front of the house, facing East. No, this evening light gets filtered through the oak and pine trees in the back yard. It’s softer, more welcoming. Our hearts turn West.
I love that feeling when all the lights are off in the house, and it’s just the sunset light coming into the house. It makes for a beautiful way to do the dishes, looking into the backyard and watching the birds and squirrels do their thing.
It makes the backyard a
lovely place to be, too, come sunset, every season of the year.
The weather won’t let that happen just yet. But the sun is back, and it’s thinking about us. You can tell. It’s creeping back into life apologetically.
I’ll be sure keep the windows open.
February 2, 2015
Snowed in this morning. That driveway was clear as of last night.
January 28, 2015
The Street Where I Live – Horton, Michigan
You don’t need to go far to make photos.
August 3, 2014
I’m going to die of blueberries.
July 28, 2014
It’s been a great summer for growing.
July 16, 2014
Random light leak in the garage.