Light, 2014
When I was younger I wasn't really aware of good light, no more than aligning my beach towel with the sun for the best tan.
It has me thinking of this song. I thought it was new, not from 1973.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger
So many things I love about that photo - the uneven wall, the water-like light. That's a good corner.
ReplyDeleteYes, why is it that you fall in love with light when you're older, I wonder.
Birds too, for me.
Deletelove that song.
ReplyDeleteMe too! I had no idea how old it was...
DeleteThat light reminds me so much (in a good way) of an art exhibit I recently saw at the Institute of Contemporary Art here in Boston. It's quite moving, actually.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely compliment. Thank you, Kristen.
DeleteBeautiful picture. I still don't understand light. (But I love it and need it.)
ReplyDeleteYes, I need it too. I love fog, but not all the time. I miss sunshine when it is away for too long.
DeleteI think we should live life in reverse sometimes... starting with being old and experience and then become young and wild and irresponsible...
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent idea, Amelia. It makes a lot of sense.
DeleteI love that song as well! I've been thinking the same thought lately, about what I wish I could tell my younger self is really important. It makes me think about what the future me will wish she could tell the present me...
ReplyDeleteI too wonder what the future me will wish she could tell the present me. I have some ideas...
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