It's a good time to be thinking about photos, as the light is changing, and becoming interesting again.
In the morning, it slants through the French doors,
and in the evening, at Molly's supper time, it comes in at the front of the house, filtered through the already thinning leaves of the trees across the road, and glows and shimmers on the floor,
then, a bit later, when she's sitting on the windowsill thinking it's time we went out for a walk, now that it's cooler, it lengthens, and moves across the room.
And when I open the downstairs bathroom window after showering off the Cuprinol, this character greets me from the wall of the next door house. It's an oddly outsized stone embedded there, but when the light is just at the right angle, it seems a little like an Easter Island head.
The house oriented best as the sun grows lower in the sky, and in the seasons of change and transition.
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The light changes here at this time of year too. Low sun in the afternoon, hits the red wall and it glows. I have a photo somewhere.
Molly looks very intent sitting at the window. She has obviously trained you well, as you know, she knows it's walk time.
I love looking at those light peeping thru my windows too..but haven't got the nerve to put the pic in my blog since the house is so messy..ha ha ha
I love light moving through slatted blinds across the room.
Splendid idea, sweet Lucy. Stone dude looks goodnatured, but what happened to his ears? In Japanese, there is an term ~ ishindenshin ~ which means that two people are in synch when it comes to communicating, even though a distance lies between. Just this morning, I was watching the light strike various spots and thus your post had me smiling.
Ah, the changing of the seasons. This morning it was 91 degrees F. Hot. The clouds built up and built up. This afternoon was sweater weather. Love it -- and loved your observations on the light fantastic.
yes i love the light at this time of year. Lovely photos.
A good idea to capture the fleeting impressions of a single day. The light reflected off tiles, Molly in the window, small but important details of a life lived.
It's as if the light's acting on my behalf - insinuating itself in and around the ground floor saying "Hey, look at this." But not, alas, bringing about the most important revelation: the nature of the kitchen. I tell myself that someone who's as good as you are at blogging must have a kitchen that combines all the essential qualities: aesthetic, ergonomic, space-effective, good view - in effect, a culinary workshop that closely reflects the character of its author. I suspect you've already blogged about your kitchen. But if you haven't...
Thanks very much.
Hliza - your house always looks lovely to me. The secret is to crop out the messy bits!
Which brings me to
BB - no, I've not really blogged about the kitchen. It's ergonomically not bad, though some things remains unfinished and doubtful to become so. It does have a nice view. But to photograph it other than in selective detail would mean cleaning and tidying it, and removing some of the embarrassingly large quantity of bottles that accumulate on the counters. But it may feature here further.
J'adore ces jeux d'ombres et de lumières sur le sol .
Nous avons toujours le nez en l'air et nous ne voyons pas ce qui est devant nous .
Bonjour Jean! Vous m'avez inspiré beaucoup récemment, je crois...
The other day I was reading such a funny article about Larry King (the American talk show host) and the writer described him as having an "Easter Island head." The description made me guffaw as it was just so fresh and true. How funny to see another reference to it in gnarled stone . . .
I'm looking forward to your day-by-day pictures and posts. I'm tired of the "gappiness" (mine, not yours) of summer.
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