Light through leaves.
A found rainbow at dawn.
Right on my polka dot sheets. I’ve put away the flannel ones until next winter.
This week’s challenge is your place in the world.
My comfortable bed seemed a good place to start the day, finding my place in the world.
Flickering candle flames are mesmerizing. It’s hard to avert your eyes.
They cast a flattering light.
The sound of the strike of a wooden match. Tapers on a dinner table. The evening’s about to begin.
Lighting votives in the alcove of a church offers comfort when there’s really nothing else one can do.
Skinny candles on birthday cakesthe smell of wax and smoke after you make your wish, blow them out.
Everyone’s getting those battery operated, remote control, waxy but not real flame candles these days. No carbon marks on paint behind picture frames. No danger of setting the house afire.
I’ve got a set on the mantel right now. Need a load of double AAs. Make them glow again.
The wavering lights of true flames, hypnotize me.
Create shadows on the walls.
Light up a winter night.
Light through the lace curtain fell on my leg.
Sinking Light Through Citrus
As I got into my car at The Lakes parking lot, I saw this card by my foot.
The late afternoon light made the pavement and painted line come alive. The business card appeared to float.
Do I put the knitting down and begin to quilt?
Thought I should identify whose card I found…
Haven’t put the toys away from Charlie’s visit last weekend. The afternoon light cast them in big shadows.
Didn’t vacuum yet, either.
Light Through the Redbud Leaves