Friday, October 28, 2011

Golden Hours

Late in the summer, my brother and I rode out across the old Bonsall bridge. There the abandoned roadway floats above the California oaks that rise from the dry riverbed. On the far side, foxtail and wild yarrow grow up through cracks in the pavement, and in that particular hour they were caught in a halo of expiring light. The weeks since have passed quickly, turning those golden afternoons to violet dusks, cold and clear. Every now and again, the air has the scent of damp earth and wood smoke.

13 comments:

Thea said...

Beautiful. Beautiful. I constantly feel as if I can't keep up with these days.

found and sewn said...

beautiful photos, sounds perfect x

Daniella said...

These are gorgeous... I love that late afternoon glow.

Paper Squid said...

I love these photos and the way you wrote about them, beautiful.

Jacelyn said...

I have so missed your writing.

nicole said...

i was so happy to read these words, and see these photos! How i wish you would blog more ;)))

Isidora said...

This summer I enjoyed taking photos one hour before sunset, I like the atmosphere captured then, rays are really golden... Your photos are beautiful.

Sugar Muffin said...

What stunning images!!! You are truly talented and to say your work is beautiful only scratches the surface.. Mwah!! xxx

Jean said...

Such a great post. Loved the photos.

Sum said...

These are dreamy photos!

Ashley said...

These photos are so beautiful- remind me of summer!

Jenny said...

Beautiful!!!!! Love your shoots....

walking dot photography said...

Such lovely words and images. :)
xox, giedre

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