and the moon rises, so beautiful it
makes me shudder, makes me think about
time and space, makes me take
measure of myself: one iota
pondering heaven. Thus we sit,
I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s
perfect beauty and also, oh! How rich
it is to love the world.
There’s nothing like the time around twilight for taking pictures. There is neither full daylight nor complete darkness. The light transforms from gold to blue, from warm to cool, from real to surreal. I am often surprised when I look at images I make during this time of day. The camera picks up tones that my eye did not notice.
I was out walking on the shore of the St. Lawrence River today, near the Fort Wellington Lighthouse at Prescott. I had intended to photograph the lighthouse, which had been converted from a windmill and was the site of a key battle in the War of 1812.
But then, as so often happens to me, I was drawn to the water. The sun had set but it was still light enough to see. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time. I gingerly climbed down the slippery wooden steps and made my way out onto the rocky shore.
I first faced the direction where the sun had been, leaving an apricot-coloured smear behind and tried to capture the overall vista as well as some of the details. Then I turned and looked back toward the bridge to the United States. And there it was, the almost-full moon, glowing in its reflected light, suspended high over the bridge, echoed in the globe-like lamps lining the span. I tried to hold onto it in my photograph.
The air was chill and the scene was still. The blue hour had worked its particular magic. I couldn’t help but take a measure of myself, as Mary Oliver writes, as one iota pondering heaven. And then, as night started to fall, the last of the day’s glow illuminated my way as I retraced my steps back to where I had come from.
Today, I’m linking up with Lissa Forbes’ Walk and Click Wednesdays. This week Lissa focuses on “light” in all its many meanings. And why not drop over and see what’s happening at This or That Thursdays.