Sunset Textures

 

Last Light Over The Fields

 

Sun Setting On A Way Of Life

 

There hasn't been livestock on most farms for 20 or 30 years, so the barns are left to crumble.  It's too expensive to repair them, especially since they only house raccoons and possums now.

I thought I was the only one to find sunsets a matter for despair. But perhaps not.

“Loneliness isn't gray.
It is the color of the sky when it bleeds crimson rays in the horizon while there you are standing on the edge somewhere in this boulevard of broken promises, waiting, and waiting for a love that already left.”
― Verliza Gajeles 

 

“i am not the rising star.
i am the drowning sun.”
― Pravin Gupta, The Dark Light: Amethyst Heart in the City 

 

“The sun has collapsed against the vast expanse of the darkening ocean. Soon the turquoise sea will be completely black like a void. I hate the ocean at night. It has me thinking about hopelessness and loss. The red sky a watercolour as the thickening clouds leak together.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn 

 

“At twilight I went into the street.
The sun hung low in the iron sky,
ringed with cold plumage.
If I could write to you
about this emptiness--”
― Louise Glück, Descending Figure 

 

“You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince 

 

“When the sun is setting, deep inside you, you know that life is setting!”
― Mehmet Murat Ildan 

 

   “Some people know they'll live until spring and that's all they need to be happy. When I was feeling good, I just let the sun go down, knowing I'd see it again next morning. When I felt worse, and it didn't matter for what reasons, every sunset seemed to me like the end of the world. Maybe it's true, that the world dies every day at evening and is born again in the morning. But not always for everybody.”
― Arnost Lustig      

Sundown on Snow

 

 

 

That Special Evening

 

Look And See

 

Clouds are just water vapor, the most ordinary thing in the world.  But seen in the right light, they can be something more.  Much more.  Here's to seeing rather than just looking.

And A Deceptively Gentle Exit

Day Is Done

After The Storm

Golden Evening

The Art of Nature

I've been reading books on art, because what better way to spend quarantine time?  (Well, making art, of course.)  I decided to combine these three photos and make something different.  This is computer-edited, but I could just as well paint it.  I may do that too.  There's no limit to what you can imagine, and if you can imagine it, you can make it.  Life is good.

And another one, super-heated this time.

Pause

Evening Light

End of a Long, Long Season

Harvest in the heartland, done for another year.  Now the land, and the farmers, can rest.