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One of those April sunsets so vivid and powerful and luminous that it almost brings a shoreline witness to her knees - at the same time, it makes her want to sing and dance (or more likely hobble and lurch) along the beach in sheer full-blown delight and jubilation.
Only a fool would try to paint them (I'm a fool), and even the best of photos seldom captures more than a scrap of the magic of such liminal moments. If these sunsets were potions, they would be potions so rich and sparkling and potent as to convey immortality.
3 comments:
Aaaah. Peace. thank you.
Cate, Between your words and your photo, you conveyed the moment perfectly. And, what a lovely moment it is. (I can say "is" rather than "was" because the beauty of photography is that a moment is captured in time, to be experienced again and again.) Thank you for sharing your April sunset.
How absolutely lovely. I've been doing a bit of rabbit trailing through the blogosphere this morning and found you. So very pleased that I did!
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