Posts Tagged: dusk

rainy + twilight = beauty

 

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Flags at half-mast in front of the CBC Broadcast Centre in honour of Pierre Juneau. Front Street, Toronto

 

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Front Street, at CBC Broadcast Centre, Toronto

 

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I was attempting to shoot the reflection of that lamp in the puddle. Not so effective with my phone camera, but the colours! Front Street at John Street, Toronto.

I wasn't as enchanted with this rainy day as I often am because it was windy as hell.  I bent my umbrella this morning just trying to hang onto the thing, and I won't even mention what my hair looked like when I got to work.  It was still kind of nasty on my way back after work, so I walked underground as far as the CBC Broadcast Centre.  When I emerged the dusk was beautifully reflected in the shiny street.

 

walking about

Osgood Hall
The iron fencing at Osgood Hall, University Avenue at Queen Street, Toronto.  The purples and blues courtesy of dusk, on the shortest day of the year.  Those colours, that light – beautiful thing #79.

This is a Visual Realia post.

in which the universe chooses deep indigo blue

A few minutes ago, feeling unproductive and tired, as I usually do in late afternoon, I go into the kitchen at the office and peel an orange, which I hope will revive me somewhat, and appease the onset of hunger over my journey home. 

As I’m sectioning the fruit, I look out at the snow-covered picnic table on the rooftop patio and find a most gorgeous indigo cast to it and filling the atmosphere as far as I can see.  I can’t see that far – the sky is heavily overcast – the Toronto skyline, the thing I usually look at from this window, has disappeared.  

Whatever light is getting through those clouds to the landscape around me is reflecting on the layer of snow and creating this rich, velvety blue.  The houses and trees below are black shadows against it; and the glow from the streetlights has muted to soft incandescent spots, looking as they might in a cheesy scene on a Christmas card. 

I stand there and eat my orange and watch that colour, because I know it will be gone in a few minutes. 

I love to watch how the light changes, particularly in early mornings and at twilight time.  To see the subtle change in the light and the movement of the colours it paints is, to me, bearing witness to the magic of this planet.  Stopping to watch the light change causes me to slow down my thoughts, and just exist in tandem with the rhythm of the universe for a few moments.  And that’s as reviving as anything.