Or, Sunshine on my Shoulder Feels so Lovely
Sometimes you walk out the door and that giant self-sustaining nuclear reactor in the sky is hanging at just the right and perfect angle on the horizon and all the world seems suffused with golden, gooey goodness. Oh yes, I just went there.
Such was the light on a recent walk about my neighborhood. I was transformed into a hunter, stalking the ever elusive and fleeting light. Are these the best images I’ve ever created? No. But WHO cares when the light is this golden? GO OUTSIDE PEOPLE! And quit slamming that damned screen door or I’ll tan your hide!
