A Hope for Dawn and Dusk – Glimmer:
Marilyn Armstrong #writephoto
It could be the first light of the sun creeping over the horizon or the last rays of light as the sun sets below the horizon. It’s impossible to know. I always wondered if there was any way to tell the difference between dawn and dusk and the answer turned out to be “no” — not really.
I have seen sunrises so brilliant that they came through the window and the room in which I lay seemed to be on fire … and I’ve seen the setting of the burning orb over a bay that set the entire sky alight — 365 degrees of solar magnificence.
And yet, for all that, my favorite times are the soft rising and setting of the sun. The glimmering. A quiet rising and a gentle departure. Soft blues, golds, and pinks — the beginning and end of an ordinary day.
There has been so much craziness in our world. A peaceful start and close to the sun’s passage seems a good choice.
I am trying to find some peace in a world that seems at war with itself and certainly at war with me. I cannot fix it. The best I can do is find a bubble of quiet and hope greater powers than mine grab hold of the world and tenderly bring it back.
This continent on which I live — the northern end of the “new” world — was and still is magnificent. We have great mountains and prairies and lakes the size of small oceans. Giant rivers where the salmon have run for centuries and if we allow it, will continue for centuries more.
I’m not much on prayer. I have no idea where prayers go or if anything or anyone hears them … but for those spirits who might be listening, I offer a humble hope to hold fast to this beautiful planet.
May our better selves emerge to save us from our own savagery.
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Categories: #Photography, climate change, Sunrise, Sunset
SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 
I’m not a prayer too. But I join you in your hope.
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I think after a while, that is what is left. Hope and if you are into it, prayer.
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As prayers go, this is both beautiful and moving, Marilyn.
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I live in hope and dream of spirits. I am a disbeliever who has had two visions. Maybe I believe everything. Or some of everything. Did I ever send you my book? It’s Kindle.
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I think some of everything is always right… what it reflects is too big for one human cereation to hold it all.
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I’ve been reading my way (at night, when Garry puts on headphones and watches old black & white movies) the entire series of Jim Buthcher’s “Harry Dresden” books. The way he talks about magic is sort of the way I feel about “the spirits that move us.” We need better spirits.
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Or a better perception of them 😉
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Both. They need to see our receptivity and we need to notice they are there!
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Exactly right.
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Some wonderful photography. Now the days are getting shorter I have a better chance to see the dawn
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It was a funny day because all the trees were still green except those maples. And the pear tree with the big yellow pears. Otherwise, it looked like summer. It has gotten quite cold here.
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I think the only way to tell sunset from sunrise is by the vistas on the horizon — if they are to the east, it’s sunrise; to the west, sunset.
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I usually know because if it’s dawn, it’s very EARLY and I had to convince this old bag of bones to get out of bed at 4:30 in the morning, but in the evening, I’m usually awake. I mean when you look at a picture you didn’t take. If I took it, I am generally pretty clear on the time. If someone else took it, unless there’s a specific thing that shows direction, there isn’t any way to know.
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“The Sun Also Rises”
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Sunrise used to be part of my regular working day. Now, it’s just a memory.
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