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.
I almost wrote that Loree!! I can't count how many times it has totally uplifted my mood. It's a little miracle each time.
Um, I am rather embarrassed to admit that it is MIGHTY rare that I see a sunrise…usually only when needing to take an early train or plane! Oops! Buuuut, the few times that I have, it starts off gorgeously subtle…then the light grows…
C'est moi qui vous remercie…
Would you?!? 😉
And nope, if it were Lily of the Valley that would have been too incredible true in our lifetime! But I love those little white flowers when they grow in the olive groves each year.
I have absolutely learned the same thing from Remi too, Marsha. At times, I still want to take the photo no matter what but it is only when the light is special that I am happy with it.
Merci, Michel. Still no Simiane but soon I hope!
Beautiful light, always varying. I love the photo of the bee hives against the mountains. Such loveliness feeds the soul.
The olive groves alone, I've found, provide such a sense of peace, a timeless grounding. The sun is simply an added treat to an already hefty serving of 'soul food'.
The light… and your pictures… are beautiful. But it takes a special person to live in its midst and truly see and appreciate it.
I see the perfect spot for a bit of plein air painting..an artist's dream..love your light Heather..xx