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A Pretty Morning

Pretty Morning
Pretty Morning

Pretty Morning

It’s one of the last mornings when leaves are still on the trees, but frost is on the rooftops and a misty, frosty haze defines each of the trees in silhouette as they march off over the distant hilltop, and yellow sun edges everything in the most delicate gilt.

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Beautiful Autumn Sky

Beautiful Autumn Sky
Beautiful Autumn Sky

Beautiful Autumn Sky

A beautiful sunny day will be followed by a rainy one, considering the shapes of the mare’s tail clouds.

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Red Sunset

winter sunset
winter sunset

Red Sunset

What a way to end a gray day.

I was lucky to catch this. I live just far enough down an east-facing hill that I can’t see any sunsets, and can only guess from what little bit I see nearly directly overhead. When I see the sky with a bit of color, I know there’s even more on the western horizon and run to the top of the hill. Usually, when I do this, I get there just in time.

And after all the years I’ve been catching sunsets from this vantage, I’ve finally made my peace with the tree. In fact, I think its lacy character adds to the composition.

No sunsets are as brilliant as a late autumn or winter sunset. It almost makes up for sunset at 4:50 p.m.

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Opening in the Clouds

photo of sky
photo of sky

Opening in the Clouds

Okay, so, this was a pretty dramatic moment and I almost wrecked my car. Most of the day was heavily overcast but for this one opening in the clouds that moved overhead beaming golden sunlight onto the landscape below. Just wish I could have caught a bit of the autumn colors in those trees.

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Not a Single Moment

anne frank
anne frank

Not a Single Moment

Anne Frank would have been 84 years old today.

This quote is at the bottom of each email I send, a constant remind of what I can do if I choose.


Life-giving

winter sun on bare trees
winter sun on bare trees

Life-giving

You can be sure those trees are soaking up that warm winter sun and soon they’ll be sprouting little green leaves. For now they make a nice, stark composition against the wispy clouds.

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A Winter Sunset

winter sunset with bare tree
winter sunset with bare tree

Winter Sunset

Soft colorful sky
soaring, trees black rough earth
bound; winter sunset.

poem © 2013 Bernadette E. Kazmarski

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Two Textures

clouds and snow
clouds and snow

Two Textures

Uncertain clouds, uncertain snow.

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Sunset With Twisted Trees

sunset with twisted trees
sunset with twisted trees

Sunset With Twisted Trees

Suddenly, the trees are bare. The framework of stark and wandering branches which had faithfully held the leaves since spring is revealed to be as interesting as the tree in full leaf.

Early winter sunsets are breathtaking.


Between the Rain and Sunset, 2011

panorama of autumn sunset
panorama of autumn sunset

Autumn Sunset

Rain had fallen intermittently all day, but the day had been steadily dark and cold even without falling rain. But as often happens on long rainy days, the clouds broke at about sunset to give a view of faded blue sky trimmed along the edges with heavy clouds, offering reflected light but no direct sunlight. Suddenly the autumn leaves shone again even in the cooler light. I carefully watched the light, deciding that when my errand was done, or as soon as I could, whichever came first, I’d head for my favorite ridge to photograph what there was of the sunset, hoping for lots of red from the humidity in the air and sunrays from the layers of clouds breaking up, but I’d take what I could get.

No such dramatics were in the plan for this evening, but watching the valley settle into night as I watched the clouds march steadily from the north, hearing only the wind as it swept from far beyond the horizon across my face, tugging at my hair and skirt on the hilltop where I stood, one tiny dot of a figure in this complicated and beautiful landscape, chilling my fingers with the first real cold of winter in its direct and determined path. In the center is Carnegie, somewhere in there is my house, and all of the familiar streets and scenes of my days reduced to a few amorphous blots of color, light and shadow.

In just minutes the north wind had carried the cloud cover over the valley once again like a blanket, leaving the valley in deep shadow but for the dots of light collected in the velvet darkness, small shreds of red showing through at the horizon; the sun has not given over yet, there is still some fire in its day.

autumn night

Autumn Night