Like Jewels
A clear winter's night, the air sharp against my skin and fresh in my lungs, the frost on the ground crunching beneath my feet. It is not quiet, as there are faraway cars, and it is not truly dark, as half the sky is lit by light pollution.
The barren branches of the trees are dark against the illuminated sky, and the stars hang from the trees like jewels. I imagine the predecessors of Christmas lights in a pagan world.
Like jewels! One of those emphatic pronouncements best practiced for one's grandchildren.
Comments
Probably just a few hours earlier, I was standing in a field a quarter of a globe away, just as cold, with a little less trees and a little less sky pollution, having the same kind of thoughts.
Congratulations for the low-light picture.
Posted by: Renaud Guerin | February 3, 2008 07:54 AM
:)
The picture is thanks to a borrowed tripod and a new camera. Unfortunately it can't really do high ISO, so it's full of noise. But it's good enough to capture the moment.
Were you at home?
Posted by: Nadia | February 3, 2008 06:49 PM