Sunset and Home

Home last night

after three months away

in time to see the sunset

like the ending of a good book

pulling all the colors together

in one final, enveloping display

ahh

you say

ahhhhhhhhh

xx

Blue Sunset and Endings

This was today's sunset, above, 5:15 pm:  the sky dramatically blue, the lake smoothly glazed.

Just two days ago, the sunset was full of gold and amber and orange, 

the lake newly frozen and snow-covered:

I am proofreading the first-pass page proofs for the upcoming book,

thinking about endings.

Is my ending blue or amber?

Hmm.  Amber, I think.

Of the books you read, are they more likely to have blue or amber endings?  Mm?

The Transforming Power of Snow

The much-awaited blizzard arrives

and transforms the dull browns

begone brown!

hellooooo white!

and just when I'd been thinking

Why don't we live in the South?

the answer comes

in pure white mounds

and vast vistas of white 

and silver

and gold.

Love that snow.

Do you?

Geese at Sunset

Two nights ago, the scene above:

geese on tranquil lake

at sunset.

Tonight, though,

the wind is howling

the rain is pelting

the water surging

past sunset

inky black.

I had a calm scene to write tonight

but the relentless winds

are skewing the scene

tossing it

here and there.

And that's the way it goes.

Mm?

Anatomy of a Sunset

When I'm writing, I'm not aware of time passing and am surprised when I look up and see visible signs of that lapse.   I took this set of pics over the course of an hour while I was also writing. (The yellow globe in these photos is the reflection of the interior light, not an errant moon.)

The photos remind me of successive drafts of a work in progress: the layering and deepening of the story with each draft.

With care and luck, that final draft might be a thing of beauty, rich but subtle?

But then, that is for the reader to judge.