The deck make-over took over much of my time & energy last week. It isn’t really black but such a very dark gray that it still convey all of black’s modern swagger. It’s a dramatic transformation from the beat-up cedar finish and I couldn’t be happier with the change. Well worth the sweat. Now comes the fun part: living outdoors as much as possible till the snow flies…
174/365: black deck, golden hour
We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.
137/365: last year’s clematis
What’s that, you ask? Fairy dust? Nope, just dust.
It was one of those golden hour moments, where the sunlight is just streaming in and making everything look so beautiful. I couldn’t help be enchanted (and, of course, appalled) at the way the sunlight revealed thousands of tiny dust particles. They sparkled, kissed by the sun, like flecks of gold suspended in mid-air. It was so quiet and lovely. It stopped me in my tracks like a fond memory.
65/365: sunlight on dust particles
Certain late afternoons, the sun illuminates the everyday in a magical way, casting a golden spell on whatever it touches. The object, the moment, the world is made poignant, precious because the light is fleeting and so achingly lovely, I hardly want to blink.
201/365: window & light
The hours are always golden in the company of those we love most. Thanks to all our dear friends for warming our hearts and lighting our lives. That’s what it’s all about.
159/365 golden hour / coulee sundown