Lake Hemet at dusk; Mountain Center, CA
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone. ~ Orson Welles
Another shot of Lake Hemet this one taken at dusk with my DSLR. I think I like it because it looks so artificial and highly processed when, in fact, it’s pretty much straight out of the camera the only editing being a few tweaks in iPhoto.
I thought I’d pop in to say hello and wish you all a belated Happy New Year. I should probably also explain what’s up with the new way I’ve decided to number my posts. I’ve realized that, however much I may believe in the discipline of blogging on a daily basis, I’m simply not up to it this year. The truth is, I’m just now emerging from the aftermath of the shocking event I mentioned here a couple of weeks ago and my year is getting off to a very slow start.
All that being said, I do hope that your year is going well so far. I’ll be back soon!
The warm glow pictured here might, at first glance, resemble a fireplace but it’s actually an extremely large, illuminated Christmas ornament in a birdcage of all things. Either way, it’s just the thing for what has turned out to be an extremely cold, dark, and quiet afternoon here in the mountains. For another perspective, in monochrome, check out yesterday’s post here.
Everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us…on the inside, looking out. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth. ~ Sara Teasdale
Counterintuitive lesson of the day: Sunsets don’t always have to be in color. Just sayin’. :-)
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. ~ William Wordsworth