Sunday Morning

No weather so perfectly conjures a sense of foreboding, of anticipation and waiting, as the eerie stillness that often occurs before the first fat drops of rain, when storm light makes luminous all roofs and fields and strands black silhouettes of trees on the horizon. This is the storm as expectation. As solution about to be offered. Or all hell about to break loose. And as the weeks of this summer draw on, I can’t help but think that this is the weather we are all now made of. All of us waiting. Waiting for news. Waiting for Brexit to hit us. Waiting for the next revelation about the Trump administration. Waiting for hope, stranded in that strange light that stills our hearts before the storm of history.

—  Helen Macdonald, Vesper Flights (Grove Press, August 25, 2020)


Photo: DK, 6:15 am, September 27, 2020. The Cove. Stamford, CT

24 thoughts on “Sunday Morning

  1. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    Couldn’t have said it any better … “All of us waiting. Waiting for news. Waiting for Brexit to hit us. Waiting for the next revelation about the Trump administration. Waiting for hope, stranded in that strange light that stills our hearts before the storm of history.”
    — Helen Macdonald, Vesper Flights (Grove Press, August 25, 2020) … I’ve been waiting since November 2016!!

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  2. Hi David, I get it on the “eerie stillness.” We just returned from a camping trip to Long Beach, west coast of Vancouver Island. Lots of rain, yet warm. Also very quiet between the drops. Our respite truly helped replenish my body and spirt. Hopefully feeling energized to tackle any storms. I am loving all of your photos!

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  3. Beautiful capture…daily assurance of morning’s revelation of life giving Light & Hope…”And they rose up early in the morning, and the sun shone upon the water…” 2 Kings 3:22
    /// DK , I’m wondering when will you be printing a calendar?

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