The river near our woodland property is called the Flambeau. The perfection of such a name is apparent on a bright Autumn day.
The angle of the sun, the fading daylight, the shorter days call for an intense contemplation of the sun. The older I get, the more urgent it feels to revel in each season. The seasons all seem to move faster which can be a good thing if you are, like me, seeking renewal through the rhythms of the year. I fight the urge to move from urgency to desperation. Because the desperate need to hold on to the light of the season can overwhelm all the warmth that shines through.
My photographer friend (Jenny) regularly attends monthly Photo Union League meetings and she always telling me about the assignment. This month the assignment is all about light. While I have never attended and don't see how to fit this into my schedule anytime soon, I always think about the photo prompts.
The prompts always lead me to good places.