September Changes the Light

It hasn’t taken long for the months to stack up this year. Along the way I’ve come to appreciate how the changing light affects what I notice. Many familiar places somehow manage to look different without changing at all.

As much as I love to travel, I’m okay with discovering something new a lot closer to home. I’ve found the key is to look at things  in ways that I’ve not seen them before.

The light helps me do this.

The first light of a new day comes with an added bonus. It’s also quiet.  A quiet that keeps my gaze from traveling to places not connected to the moments that are directly in front of me.

This past summer I’ve had early mornings where I felt it was just me, one on one with the world.

If light changes what I see, silence is the ingredient that turns noticing into a verb.

This series of photographs tells me it’s still summer. But the morning light is creating silhouettes that weren’t there just a few weeks ago.

That morning mist stretching across the field is the kind of content I’m never going to need a special effect for.

Over the summer the morning sun slowly illuminated everything around me. Now, it feels like it’s moving through the landscape toward me.

This is a September kind of light.

This is exactly what I like about letting the light be my guide. There is nothing exotic going on here today. A stone wall, a little morning mist, some deer in an open field, and a sunrise making its way towards me instead of rising out of my reach.

Not all destinations need to be distant. Sometimes the familiar is enough, if we remember to look again.

September arrives with a different kind of light.

Maybe that’s reason enough to stay close to home.

Talk soon...

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