The reasons were simply wonderful. Good for thought. Food for writing!
But I have to mention I really loved your photo of the desolate edge with moonlight. Thoughts of what lights mean to us; the streetlights lighting our path, the office light to show someone is working and getting things done and is there somehow taking care of things, the distant speck of light on the horizon to say that there is somewhere to get to in the blackness. But the moonlight! The moonlight is somehow within as well as riding high. It feels like magic and deep connection to the universe - belonging with something spectacular.
I love that image too - because of the timeless-spooky atmosphere of it. Now and then you stumble across a place where it feels like time is suspended and the numinous is close at hand. That’s not perfectly what I mean but don’t have other words. That particular place was in Oak Bay, Victoria at around midnight - in the summer I last saw you! Would you believe that’s nearly 9 years ago?! X
It does have that quality of a place where the veil is thin and time is a mesh without particularity. A corner where a ghost might choose to hang out. V. cool.
Wow! I had no idea the place was so close. I was thinking middle America, edge of a small town. Even reminded me of Manitoba or Alberta. Nine years ago! Too long. You’re always welcome any time. The porch awaits! (With a new roof, even).
My answer after reading this: "I write because I don't have a sandbox to play in anymore."
Ooo I think you should also get a sandbox though 🏖️
The reasons were simply wonderful. Good for thought. Food for writing!
But I have to mention I really loved your photo of the desolate edge with moonlight. Thoughts of what lights mean to us; the streetlights lighting our path, the office light to show someone is working and getting things done and is there somehow taking care of things, the distant speck of light on the horizon to say that there is somewhere to get to in the blackness. But the moonlight! The moonlight is somehow within as well as riding high. It feels like magic and deep connection to the universe - belonging with something spectacular.
A beautiful portrait of lights!
I love that image too - because of the timeless-spooky atmosphere of it. Now and then you stumble across a place where it feels like time is suspended and the numinous is close at hand. That’s not perfectly what I mean but don’t have other words. That particular place was in Oak Bay, Victoria at around midnight - in the summer I last saw you! Would you believe that’s nearly 9 years ago?! X
It does have that quality of a place where the veil is thin and time is a mesh without particularity. A corner where a ghost might choose to hang out. V. cool.
My favourite places ✨
Always stumbled across, never plottable.
Wow! I had no idea the place was so close. I was thinking middle America, edge of a small town. Even reminded me of Manitoba or Alberta. Nine years ago! Too long. You’re always welcome any time. The porch awaits! (With a new roof, even).
The Bay was right over the road. An insanely huge cruise ship had just docked, a floating city.
Ha! I was imagining a sea of grass field in that darkness!
That would be even more Stephen Kingly.
Right?!!
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