I am leaving the house in a moment to got to the wake of the 95 year old mother of my friend of over 45 years. It is raining– as it has been raining for the past days–or has it been weeks? It seems forever.
I’ll drive through twilight and stop at intersections and return to taking photos in the rain which I started last year. When I started they dazzled me–the headlights, the traffic lights, then, with taking too many of them, I seemed to capture less magic. Perhaps. I was trying too hard?
I am a year older, closer to that purported burst of spectral white, so I think I’ll try again for weather magic on my way to bear witness to a natural beauty who did not have to try hard to dazzle.
Her name was Mona.
Sometimes thinking back and going back to beauty is the best way to honor a soft, sweet soul as she passes through the lights.
©Pat Coakley
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©Pat Coakley 2009
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like a cluster of emeralds and ruby
sincere sympathies to you and your friend
Thanks, Tipota! He reads this blog so he’ll read your words.
Sorry to hear about your friend’s mum but at least she had a good innings.
Nice shot. It looks like an underwater dream or perhaps life seen through tears. Funny how even though we’re in the exact opposite seasons and hemispheres, we’ve been having the same type of weather.
Still raining, Razz! Underwater dream or life seen through tears…I love both comments.
“seen through tears”
Brilliant. I love the simplicity of the shot, Pat.
Isn’t it neat, how we must exercise the effort to extract the good from a bad situation . . .
Brian, and sometimes it takes a mighty effort, but not in the case of this woman.
obrigado……
Your welcome! Hey, I figured out it was Portuguese!
What a beautiful tribute & an even more beautiful shot. Even in the gloomy rain, there is an orb of hope.
Conni, I always think of you with these shots as I know you love them!