Saturday, June 11, 2011

Textures

I love evening, the way the slanting sun sifts through trees and casts dappled shadows upon the ground, the last of the day's light squeezes between weathered, sun-bleached slats to plunge full force into the backyard. This is when colors seem to come alive, flowers glow, leaves dance in evening haze. What is seemingly one color by day, is much different in the evening light.