They get a new car and they want to make sure every single person they know — or almost know, or might know in the future — see it. Most of us like to show off new stuff, but we have limits. We don’t show off everything and we don’t do it all the time.
I think of those who flaunt as people who wear and use bright colors. I’m not one of the them. I get uncomfortable if too many people notice me. I’ve stopped wearing most large jewelry because I don’t want people to see it or comment on it.
It’s just a thing. To each his own, but that isn’t my way.
But I do like having work I write read. Does that count? And having pictures looked at, too. That’s sort of flaunt-ish, right?
For this week’s photo challenge, explore the vibrant, hopeful colors of your favorite sunrise or sunset.
Other than from the direction, you can’t tell if the sun is coming up or setting. I’ve done all the checking I can and in fact, the light is the same. It depends on the season of the year, but the coloring is identical otherwise.
And yet we are fascinated by the coming and going of the sun. Even when I was a child, I used to stand outside and watch the sky, sometimes for a full hour from late afternoon until final darkness, watching the delicate changes in the sky and the clouds and the way the light filtered through the trees.
For me, that would probably mean dogs, cats, birds, horses … and anything going on in New England in the Autumn. And, okay … those first few minutes after snow has fallen when the world is hushed and completely white, blanketed in snow so that every little thing is hidden by that perfect white frosting.
I hope you will find this all quite captivating. It makes me years to go out and shoot a few more pictures. Except today, we are off to the Motor Vehicle Bureau because — yes, it has come around again and Garry is past 75 and he has to go in and prove he can see and understand simple instructions. I think from this point on in our lives, we are never going to escape again.
At least we can still renew the registration by mail. I’m going to try to deal with this with as little stress as I can manage. Thing beautiful images, oh self. Think sunrise and mountains and rivers and don’t think about bureaucrats.
Up in the mountains of Vermont, it is quiet in the morning. Not silent, usually. There are always birds and somewhere in the distance, the sound of farm machinery. But it is about as silent as our world gets in these times.
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