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.
No – there is something about your eye that is special!!
I think you have immersed yourself into the space and it has become a part of you – I would have to spend time to soak in it – to even come close to the wonderful nuances you pick up with your camera!!
Cheers – we are talking about heading up into the Baltic countries next year and I am hoping to do some water colour work (the rugged islands and coastal areas I have seen picts of there) – as part of an art residency – but I definitely have a tag made to come back to the South of France – you seduce every day!!
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You would have painted it better than I could photograph it Wyn!