Thursday, January 14, 2016

Morning Light

The way it reflects off the Chesapeake in sorbet hues. Making silhouettes of the morning walkers across the neighbor's yard. Working its way south, through dirty windows. Catching bedheads and cluttered corners. Streaming through houseplants. Finally, dancing off the disco ball while the shadows are at their longest before gradually, gradually, shrinking, shrinking.

1 comment:

  1. What beautiful golden light ... I often think houses look so much better is slanting, low winter light. Lovely study.