The sunlight, streaming through the pergola, through the window, gives my curtains a new pattern: Stripes.
A wrinkled snow blanket speckled with glitter
Indented by the feet of children
A winter white scene through gauzy white curtains
The ice becomes a million drops of water, clinging to branches in the sun.
Lucky for me and my camera, it creates a magical composition.
Now, if only we could keep these mild temperatures…
Looking out the window while making my coffee, I see the sun streaming through the trees.
The backyard, for a moment, looks magical.
A winter wonderland.
Natural light, natural reflections of light: My neglected garden under a November sun.
Summer will soon be a memory.
So when that summer sun spills through in September, I stop and let its heat soak through me.
In September, when the leaves are beginning to turn and the mornings are crisp, hot summer afternoons are a welcome gift.
The tide was out when we arrived at the beach.
Sand bars like smooth islands shone in the sunlight, speckled by seagulls and seashells. The water was a mirror for the shoreline.
It was morning and the beach was almost empty, so few footprints interrupted the patterns made by the tide. Ripples, salt lines, pebbles, and snail trails embellished the sand.
The sea makes its own art.
It rained and it rained and it rained.
A dreary, wet, dark day. Certainly not my idea of summer.
But just before dusk, the sun found a way through the clouds and turned the light gold.
For a minute, I stood with my children and just looked at the light.
It helps to keep your eyes open.
Letting the dogs out in the morning, this is the image that greeted me. The sunlight streaming into the room created this brief shadow on the white-painted door.
The simple lace curtain was transformed into a work of art.
Had I been more distracted, or less awake (or slept in!), I might not have seen this dark image waiting to be captured.
But the moment was right, and so I did.