Last Sunday morning. What can I say? Sometimes the light…
Painting its own time zone… dawn summons us to a world alive and death-defying, when the deepest arcades of life and matter beckon. Then, as if a lamp were switched on in a dark room, nature grows crisply visible, including our own nature, ghostly hands, and fine sediment of days.
Diane Ackerman, Dawn Light: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day.
(New York: W. W. Norton, 2009), xiv.
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Beautiful, Shannon. Gracias.
Muchisimas gracias, Barbara. When are you returning???
Not sure if my reply was sent or not. September. See you soon!
Yes, beautiful. Barry
Thanks, Barry!
Thanks for including me in your dawn!
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@dianesackerman I’m deeply honored that you liked the post. I’ve attended a couple of your book readings at Book Passage in Corte Madera, CA and also referenced Dawn Light in another blog post a few years ago Thank you for your beautiful writing.
Soft, lovely colors. Makes one want to just sit and enjoy those fleeting moments.
Cecilia, Here is the a link to View from Casita Colibri, the blog of my librarian friend. Click on the name to see the blog and images of Oaxaca. She does a great job. See you soon. B