At dusk is a metaphor for the internal shifts, the contemplation of life. There is a constant negotiation of light and darkness. It's in the subtle pass of time, that I find reaffirmation in my quest for acceptance, when finally we surrender to the magic of life.
Pears out of season
I grow my own tomatoes
Maggie's blue vase
My table
Milk and carnations
Gardens bounty
Sunday's breakfast
Grandpa's poppies
The frost killed the tulips
Memento mori
At Dusk #6
At dusk is a metaphor for the internal shifts, the contemplation of life. There is a constant negotiation of light and darkness. It's in the subtle pass of time, that I find reaffirmation in my quest for acceptance, when finally we surrender to the magic of life.