Night Light

I love that at this time of year even Evening’s swanning light cooperates with Mr. Electricity to say, “Happy Holidays!” 
Do you see it too?

So much gold shining bright…

…mixed with wondrous sapphire skies keeping the Christmas star well-hidden until the night of the 24th.

There is peace here…
…within a quiet so profound that my footsteps, my breathing feels muffled, scarf-covered and warm.

Or maybe that is just how it is for me in this little corner of Provence.

I am thinking of you all and that it has been over four years for me of writing at Lost in Arles. I have seen so much beautiful spirit in the blogging community recently and not only because of the time of year. I find it incredibly inspiring and hope that you do as well. May we all continue to be night lights for each other in the dark.
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Camera update: These were taken with an SLR that Remi is lending me. Apparently, I don’t know as much about working in manual as I thought that I did. But I will get there and it still felt wonderful to head out with a camera in hand just because I could. Thanks for staying with me during this bumpy time. And if your eyes are left lacking, there is always the archives to dig into. 😉

With my Best from Provence,
Heather

34 comments

  1. Auric!! What a wonderful word! I think you have an auric quality coming out of your heart…

  2. Merci dear Jeanne. This is probably as close to a real Christmas post as I am going to get and I know that I can always count on you to "get it" and be supportive. Actually, we have become friends by being cheerleaders for each other! Looking forward to spending time with you again some day, either there or here…
    Gros Bisous!
    And I have no worries that you will enjoy the wonder of the season…you already have!

  3. Wow, you're right! Thank you, blog!! 🙂 But don't forget that we first made contact via Smitten Kitchen because you kindly offered an alternative to buttermilk. Because you are thoughtful like that.

    And wait to tell Remi what you said!! He has been saying it over and over again. And I AM lucky. Although honestly if I don't get a better idea of the aperture and shutter speed pairings soon, he might give up on me. They just don't compute. I think it is like learning how to play music. And I was just instinctively humming along but couldn't really read. Time to learn the notes! And thank you for your support…it is encouraging!! Remi says that my photos are more about mood. I agree with that.

  4. And the many dreams…and new homes. I just can't believe that we haven't met yet. It really seems odd, doesn't it?

  5. Thank you Lisa. And thank you for sharing yours too. Really, you have influenced me so much towards embracing beauty of the everyday kind.

    Happy Chriiiiistmaaaas!

  6. Heather, your photos are wonderful. You captured the silent, holy night just beautifully. I love the golden glow against the midnight sky. Thanks for all the inspiration you bring us with every word, every photo, every post. You are such beautiful and talented soul.

    Wishing you many moments to just stop and soak in the magic and wonder of the season! XOXO

  7. Thank you so very much Bill. I am so moved by your words and your idea of what the little spaces we create both virtually and in our "real" lives can do. And I most certainly agree with you that there are no accidents about the "clicks" that can happen on the internet. Of the wonderful people like yourself, who are so generous with your comments and support…well, I do feel as though you are all friends. In the four years of my writing this blog, people have come and gone but so many of you have stayed and what an incredible, interesting group you all are. I definitely think that there are pinball dings of ideas and hopes that pass amidst all of us.

  8. Good, me too. 🙂

    I took these on the way to the mini-market here and on the way back it was simply too dark without a tripod. So I got lucky!

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