a picture that can't be taken

[15_the_circle]

[OT from cottage renovations]

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it's pushing midnight on this cold winter night and moonrise is hours away.  there's just enough haze to scatter light coming up from the region, giving the sky the texture of velvet and leaving it a dark but slightly muddy shade of grey -- perhaps that of wet slate -- tinged with lighter bands down near the horizon. 

the view from upstairs is high above all that and features most prominently the tall oaks: the darkness of trunk and limb, bough and branch all leafless and stark against the deep but lighter sky, a contrast made more intense by the gaps torn in the canopy by the loss of some of the larger trees over the past few months. 

in the branches of the largest of the trees can be seen tiny but intense points of light, like jewels caught in a net.  starlight brings a raw clarity to the scene: over such distances nothing remains of its heat and the air outside doesn't seem to be any warmer at this end of the journey than anywhere else along the long path the light has taken to contribute to the cold nocturnal composition. 

one curls into the blankets for warmth while keeping both eyes open to catch these details of the season's most subtle display. 

Comments

[gracegiver]

Lovely.