Yesterday I was awake very early. It was still dark but as I rolled around in bed I thought I saw a bright light through a crack in the curtains.
So I rolled back the other way and I hadn’t imagined it, which forced me to get up and take a proper look.
Venus, the “Morning Star”.
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Unlike yesterday, today was a very slow start, so I don’t have time to search online for the identities of some of the other stars.
Not that it makes a scrap of difference, but I always like to know what I am looking at.
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Yesterday I left you stranded, as we turned off River Road when Grant got fed up following a slow driver.
It was a good decision anyway because the Sun was setting and it had been behind us.
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Trundling along on this country road, we could stop whenever we wanted and we had a much better perspective.
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They say that old age is like second childhood and I sometimes wonder if that it what I am experiencing.
It’s out-of-control enthusiasm to soak it all in and to look at it from all angles, to capture it’s every moment.
It being the sky, the time of day, trees, birds, puddles…
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Willard Mountain was suddenly
catching those last rays…
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…which meant…
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…long shadows and golden light.
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If I had ever owned a farm, perhaps I would have called it Long Shadows.
It would have been a sanctuary for retired farm animals to live out their days in comfort.
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Travelling along at speed, in a car, I am often frustrated at pictures that I missed by being a fraction too slow or unable to focus, or because a signpost was in the way.
But considering the number I end up with, it’s probably just as well there are some limitations.
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Now, the rays were deepening.
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At the pharmacy in Greenwich, I waited in line behind a man who was venting spleen against the system.
Imagine!
On my second attempt, my thyroid prescription had actually been filled.
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Now we needed a viewpoint.
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“Let’s take the Stump Church Road!”
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So we did.
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Sunsets and silhouettes.
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At this point, I got really carried away….
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Goats and sumac pods in the sunset
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It was getting dark.
Was this a road or someone’s driveway?
Even in daylight it’s often hard to tell.
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A tiny contrail joined the picture
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Grant came by to offer a cup of tea and I told him I was having trouble choosing which pictures to post.
“Post them all!” he said.
You’ll be glad I didn’t, but here is one last one of the pond, just before our turn off 372…
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Thank you, Carolyn, for the wonderful pictures of the sky! I would love to have a land and a safe and comfortable place for the farm animals to live happily “Dolce far niente” too!
Joanna
Wow! Stunning pictures of the “sun setting sky”!
It does look different in the late afternoon…..beautiful…..❤️
Thank you for sharing your travels. So fun!
Catherine
I can see why you liked that sunset so much.
I once drove up a private driveway, mistaking it for a country road. I felt very silly when I arrived at a locked gate and had to reverse for half a mile betwen hedges!
Best wishes, Pete.
Let me start with your very first photo – I love the colours that are so deep and bright. And I think I like your ‘long shadows’ pictures a lot so late in the day … what a beautiful time of day it is there in your neighbourhood. I agree with Grant: Why not post them all when each one is just so stunning!