Yesterday evening I went up on the roof to watch the sun go down, something I often do. By the time I got there, the sun had already set, but the sky remembered!
Every sunset is different. Even the same sunset sky goes through many moods, vibrant shades of orange giving way to subtle shades of pink.
Eventually all sign of the sun is gone, leaving the night to electric lights and Venus…
“For this week’s photo challenge, explore the vibrant, hopeful colors of your favorite sunrise or sunset….Get creative and show us the sun in all of her fiery glory.”
Sunrise over the mountains…from my rooftop, Jamaica…
Sunset over the sea….Kingston Harbour, Jamaica…
“This week, share a visual moment of blissful quiet.”
In the hills, watching the sun go down, a frangipani tree nearby…a moment of blissful quiet….
“This week, show us something you appreciate despite — or even because of — its short shelf life.”
Clouds at sunset…
…temporary…
…but often making a lasting impression….
Weekly Photo Challenge – Temporary
“For this week’s challenge, show us your perception of transient.”
“For this week’s challenge, show us something that represents security.”
The sun… (Kingston, Jamaica)
…the moon…(Kingston, Jamaica)
…the mountains. (Blue Mountains, Jamaica)
Here before me. Here after me. Security.
“This week, show us what being alone means to you.”
Solitude is air and water and sunlight to me. That is hyperbole, yes, but I say it anyway. Without daily periods of solitude, I wilt. Alone with a book or with my camera, inside my home or somewhere outside. I relish the time I spend on my own.
And sometimes I see solitude reflected back at me. This American kestrel on a lamp post at sunset, for example.
