It isn’t just that there’s been a ton of rain. The sky has been gray for days, sometimes with fat clouds lumbering across, and sometimes it’s like an empty sky-in-waiting: plain dull white, like anything might materialize from it and fall to the earth. More rain. Hail. Snow.
It’s not even November yet and I’m aching for the summer sun.
At nearby University Sand and Gravel there were magnificently rusted tractors and old equipment painted yellow and red. That thing in the middle of tires—what’s it called? A wheel maybe—was screaming to me that it had a greater purpose than holding together some ancient truck. Perhaps it could hold ME together. Until springtime when it’s warm and bright out again. I planted the wheel high in my fabricated landscape to turn it into a sun. Next, I was going to paste in a strip of rocks to create a horizon line and foreground, but the only natural bright light I’d managed to capture in my photo was creeping up from the bottom. I couldn’t bear to cover it up.
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This is gorgeous. It’s amazing what beauty there is out there on rusting equipment, houses desperately in need of paint, everything in decay. You are so good at seeing its potential and its metaphorical meanings. I’m on my way to Ithaca and will bring the sunshine with me. ❤️
Still waiting for that sunshine, Lucy. It comes out in brief blasts, reminding me of how beautiful things are this time of the year. It’s amazing how much rain and cloudiness and mud is out there. Endless. Actually, I’m kinda getting used to it. Looking forward to seeing you soon. Cheers!