A Summer’s Evening

Drifting into the mystic.

Another one. Another picture that makes you smile. A version of yesterday’s post made from a different perspective.

And still.

That weird light refraction followed me.

I have no idea what it was. I think it was some strange bit of light bouncing around the water droplets in the air. Usually, that reflects something in the red spectrum, making the raw frame a little gray and muddy. Not this time.

Perspective. That’s a good word. Let’s talk about that.

A friend shared a post on Facebook. It was about #metoo. It was well written from the point of an expert in what I’ll call systems of belief. She was waiting for a plane with another expert. A man. A guy sitting across from them asked why they were there. They told him. He proceeded to go off on a tangent mansplaining his point of view rather than asking her for viewpoint. Her colleague proceeded to take this guy down. He did it gently and mentioned that he lost a great opportunity to learn from an expert.

All good.

I made the mistake of reading the comments. I never do that for obvious reasons. Most of the comments were fairly tame until. Until it devolved into a shouting match where women were attacking other women on little tiny points, calling each other sexist. WTH?

People, people, people.

This ain’t gonna help. Better to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes than to be so sensitive that you attack them for some little, insignificant point. Always to remember what they taught me in drunk school. When you point one finger at someone, the other three are pointing back at you.

If you want to change something – and a lot needs changing — work at it. Stop attacking each other on social media. Build. Don’t destroy. After all, faith without work is dead.

The picture. It’s one that I made when the sky was doing weird stuff. I even walked to a different location. The strange light followed me. Maybe it was meant for me. It did some post production. The first take looked very evil. Nasty.


I thought, a dangerous thing to do, that I would make it gentle. Cotton ball-like.


It’s all in your perspective.


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  1. It’s an ethereal photo and quite beautiful. I don’t know if the interesting patterns of light were observed with the eye, but I’m always so delighted when a light pattern appears that surprises me. Per your thoughts, I’ve had to really limit conversation even with close friends as I realize how reactive I’ve become, and I know that accomplishes nothing towards advancing the concerns that have me so worked up in the first place. I’ve placed myself in a “time out” until I manage an attitude adjustment. You appear to be more reasonable!


  2. Thank you, Debra. I saw that pattern with my eye from many different angles. None of my usual sources show anything like that. More digging.

    Aside from extremists in either direction, I reckon that we should just live and let live. I try to ignore the extremists until I can’t. I do have a problem with the lying and cheating that going on at the highest levels of government including this Supreme Court fight. For now, the best I can do — that most of us can do — is vote. If we don’t win, it may be time to run for the border. 🚗🚙🚗🚡🚙🚓

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