“A lake is a landscape most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
—Henry David Thoreau
Photography is all about light. I have been alternating my walks of late, between morning and evening during these brisk wintery days. This photo was taken after dinner last evening. Following weeks of rain in Northern California where we live, I could hear the the once dry creek beds come alive as I cross a wooden bridge. The first part of the walk is almost pitch black, but I had my trusty little flash light to guide my way, being mindful of possibly seeing a coyote common in this area. As I circled back the smokey clouds and the warm glow from the yellow lights reflecting upon the water of a home on the lake was a welcome sight. In the distance I saw the only other person with a flashlight one level up the hill walking his/her dog. The other welcoming sight is the stained glass window illuminated by the light on the second landing of our townhome. What can’t be seen from the outside is a black sculpture of a flute player (pictured here during the day). It was one of our few possessions that we brought with us from Chicago when we moved to the area in 1975 that has always brought me peace whenever I Iook at it—which is daily—since we pass it whenever we retire for the evening.
