Our light.
In Provence, it is another member of the family.
It can be moody, blindingly brilliant or caress with a tenderness that is almost painful. It might show you parts of yourself that you had tried to hide or illuminates a love that you have long held dear. It is a powerful reminder.
Seldom banal, it is as expressive as its people and as changeful, as wanton as the seasons that push time with a heavy hand.
How often it has struck me silent and aroused the wonder that beauty can bring. At such moments as this, a sunset in an olive grove, I feel suspended with no need to clutch or ask for more.
For this is our light. In Provence, we are kith and kin.
And like family the light is so different and yet so similar! The pictures are truly truly stunning! Xx
From where I sit – nonetheless with a pretty view of greenery – your images are stunning and otherworldly. What beauty you can paint.
Wow.
Glorious.
Stuck in a long line at a BH parking structure.
Needed that.
Tgxxx
Lovely.
It looks very stark there.
You have captured the essence and the beauty of the Provencal light so well. Light is an amazing thing – it can be so uplifting to the mood, don't you think?
the light you've captured is gentle, barely there. Sunset, I suppose. are mornings brilliantly lit or just as subtle?
"It might show you parts of yourself that you had tried to hide or illuminates a love that you have long held dear. It is a powerful reminder." This is pure poetry, as are the images. Merci bien.
Is that Lily of The Valley under the olive trees?
Do you ever tire of all the beauty!???
My son calls this "evocative" light. Sometimes, without the special light there would be no photograph, you have captured the essence of it perfectly. xx's
Your pictures with the varying amount of light are very beautiful. A terrific post.