Dusk is a magical time. Carlos Constanada wrote about it in his books, but I knew it long before I read his words.
At the intersection of light and dark, the sounds, smells and things you see are more vivid. And if you were to frame them in visual terms –– more vivid.
Bats dart and dance using advanced built-in radar technology to find and eat their weight in mosquitos.
The hooting of owls is also deceiving. You can't tell if they are distant or near. Whooo, whooo, whooo. Sometimes if you listen closely you can hear the female answer. Whoo, whoo. And the courtship begins.
Jilda didn't feel well today, so I ran to the nearest Chinese restaurant for some chicken and vegetables ans well as a helping of hot and sour soup, which is known to have restorative powers, at least in our household.
The sky was turning from blue to light grey and I decided to take an extra moment to swing through the parking lot at the forks of the river.
There was still a few fisherfolk tossing lures into the emerald water trying to catch a fish.
I rolled down the window and snapped a few photos before darkness fell. I know Constanada wrote about the desert, but it's hard for me to believe it's more magical than the river at dusk.
At the intersection of light and dark, the sounds, smells and things you see are more vivid. And if you were to frame them in visual terms –– more vivid.
Bats dart and dance using advanced built-in radar technology to find and eat their weight in mosquitos.
The hooting of owls is also deceiving. You can't tell if they are distant or near. Whooo, whooo, whooo. Sometimes if you listen closely you can hear the female answer. Whoo, whoo. And the courtship begins.
Jilda didn't feel well today, so I ran to the nearest Chinese restaurant for some chicken and vegetables ans well as a helping of hot and sour soup, which is known to have restorative powers, at least in our household.
The sky was turning from blue to light grey and I decided to take an extra moment to swing through the parking lot at the forks of the river.
There was still a few fisherfolk tossing lures into the emerald water trying to catch a fish.
I rolled down the window and snapped a few photos before darkness fell. I know Constanada wrote about the desert, but it's hard for me to believe it's more magical than the river at dusk.
A river, dusk, fishing, and Chinese food...it doesn't get much better.
ReplyDeleteLife is good, sitting there in your paradise.
ReplyDeleteAbout mosquitoes, my son is an entomologist, getting his Master's in mosquitoes and genetic something. He said they are useful only a bat and bird food. Other than that, they have no other purpose. Think he is right.
You do have a way of amplifying that mysterious time. I like it. Love the B/W.
ReplyDeleteI like the cooling of the day at dusk. People have begun to wind down from the busy-ness of daytime and everything is full of peace.
ReplyDeleteWishing your wife a speedy recovery. Love the imagery you convey and the picture caps it off
ReplyDeleteI hope Jilda is better already--another great photo!!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that time of day called the gloaming? Twilight? I like it also.
ReplyDeleteHope Jilda feels better and the heat has calmed down. The picture of the river looks mystical with the fog rising. Did you really ran or drove??? Dinner sounds good and the sweet and sour soup too. I love Chinese food and I used to make it from scratch from a little recipe booklet I had. My favorite are the chicken balls with cherry sauce but I love it all.
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