Communing with water and light and rocks . . .

Late afternoon light

mid-coast Maine

the air so clear

Owl's Head

You want to step in that water

and

climb on those rocks

don't you?

xx

Light on the Lake


Right now, the sun is directly over the lake, and the light is so bright and dazzling it hurts the eyes.  A passage in The Unfinished Angel (Sept 09) refers to this light, contrasting it with the 'golden light' that surrounds the homes of the dying:

Sometimes when the sun is directly overhead and shines onto

the lake, the light is so bright it pickles your eyes and you have

to turn away from it. But the golden light is different; it becomes

paler and paler so that you have to strain to see it, and you wish

your eyeballs were bigger, and then, then, it is gone.