Gray days. This month's bin is muted, dressed in drab, but deeply lovely none the less. Dark days have a majesty all their own, eliciting both a hazy, ethereal focus on what is visible and a visceral, instinctual perception of what is not - what is beyond the pale, misty veil.
These shots were all taken from the doorways of our shrouded home, looking outward for answers, finding few. Finding instead a muted, subdued world, deprived of a primary color.
The sun will return, we know, but for the moment it's easy to wrap snugly within the fog and savor the chill for what it means.
Savor that we feel so deeply.
I used to love misty days. This year we had an unexpectedly dark November and December, so, on dark days, I'm flipping all the lights on inside. On sunny days, I'm sitting in a chair in the window, in shorts and tank top, getting a tan :-). BUT...I love your photos, particularly that last one.
ReplyDeleteMy heart just aches for you two... but you're right ... brighter days lie ahead. Hang in there... I can think of a few bright days come in just a few months!
ReplyDeleteWas out yesterday taking some shots, got home to view them and had to check that they weren't being viewed in black and white.
ReplyDeleteNot long Mike, color returns.
The earth, she mourns as well...
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