Egret Regret

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Some photo challenges are worth more than one dip into the creative well … And this week’s Glow deserves a second-helping. Here comes:

I love this photo of egrets in the emptied fishpond near my sister’s house. The palm sentinels in the background, marking a line between sea and dug up sand. The birds congregating at the end of day in the shimmery wet portion of the pond, pecking for what small critters and flying insects can be found. How some egrets linger, forlorn, over the exposed bits, perhaps waiting for a change of tide. Are they harking for the times just passed, when their ‘lake’ glittered with fins? Are they holding out hope — as water, and alas, not sparkling scales, reflect the soon departing sun — for better days and the return of plenty to dine on?

 

 

The Bewitching Hour

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Bathed in magic purple light turned pink turned orange-gold,

Along the banks of river swam since days of old,

A raft of mama-ducks leisure their ducklings home.

 

 

For Tuesday Photo Challenge

A Good Match

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A Perfect Match: Photo by Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

I love this photo by my niece of her little boy and his uncle’s dog taking a walk on the beach. It encapsulates a tapestry of perfect pairings: sunset and beach, beach and dog, dog and boy, boy and beach, water and light, trepidation and trust.

The soft waves lap at the figures. Both child’s and canine’s play contained by a still-forming bond.

The silvery light with its promise of blush, the speck of island in the distance …

The footprints and shadow on the wet sand behind …

The image is a salve of contented quiet and hopeful calm.

 

 

For the Photo Challenge

Manhattanhenge 2014

 

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There is something mystical and wonderful about the sun aligning perfectly into the streets of NYC, flowing liquid gold onto the buildings’ facades and licking pavements and concrete.

There is another one due this evening: two hours from now the sun will spill into the grid and crown the city with molten awe … and for few moments … slow Manhattan’s relentless speed …

It will light this city of towers, this island built to canyons of glass and steel, of people darting in and out of holes and yellow vehicles like so many ants on missions, little human workers bent over phones with busy thumbs …

Manhattanhenge will make them stop. In. Their. Tracks.

Sometimes in the middle. Of. The. Street.

Jaw open. Eyes wide. Typing forgotten. Pointing finger drawn.

I’ve seen people weep. I’ve seen some gasp. Grasp someone’s arm. I’ve seen people grin at total strangers–connected over these magical rays that show us how distance and proximity are no more than an illusion.

We are all of us, potentially, perfectly aligned.

 

 

To read more about Manhattanhenge, go to this link from the American Museum of National History.

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