Photographs of sunsets are certainly ubiquitous. But, sometimes, the sight is so unbelievably beautiful, I can’t resist. True, there were sandhill cranes clucking all around, but in this one moment, the swirly pink clouds had me spellbound.
This is my favorite kind of image – something mundane turned mesmerizing through the lens and the mind’s eye. It has all kinds of beautiful suggestion and also works on a totally abstract level. I keep thinking that it looks like amber in a re-animated, liquid form. And I imagine all those imprioned insects stretching and wriggling their legs after so many petrified eons…
sunshine on the water (looks so lovely, sunshine almost always gets me high)
Each fall, we journey to Crex Meadows Wildlife Area to witness the sandhill crane migration. The birds return to the marsh near dusk, and disappear into the reeds in a chorus of soft, rattling calls. This year, though, the sunset nearly stole the show.