Twilight Ruminations
"Twilight fades
Through blistered avalon
The sky's cruel torch
On aching autobahn
Into the uncertain divine
We scream into the last divide
You make me real
You make me real
Strong as i feel
You make me real"
~To Sheila; Smashing Pumpkins
"So I asked, "Do you think souls strike harder in the early morning and late evening?"
"Could be," Titus mumbled."
~The River Why
Its late, 12:37 a.m. to be exact. I have just beat a hasty retreat out from under the twinkling night sky. A moon, not quite full, rides the tree line tonight. I spent about two hours in a field that lies just beyond the woods that surround my place of residence.
I sat in a lawn chair, listened to the Smashing Pumpkins and stared at the moon, the stars, and the blinking red warning lights mounted to the cell phone towers that stand tall atop Mount Constitution.
High above the sky crackled as I set up my camera to capture The Great Bear trudging his way through the early night. He held his pose for 30 seconds, just long enough for me to record him on his journey, before finding shelter behind Turtleback Mountian.
Today was a long day, lifting heavy panels and cleaning up a giant cement foundation we poured earlier in the week. I think its time for me to call it a night.
Through blistered avalon
The sky's cruel torch
On aching autobahn
Into the uncertain divine
We scream into the last divide
You make me real
You make me real
Strong as i feel
You make me real"
~To Sheila; Smashing Pumpkins
"So I asked, "Do you think souls strike harder in the early morning and late evening?"
"Could be," Titus mumbled."
~The River Why
Its late, 12:37 a.m. to be exact. I have just beat a hasty retreat out from under the twinkling night sky. A moon, not quite full, rides the tree line tonight. I spent about two hours in a field that lies just beyond the woods that surround my place of residence.
I sat in a lawn chair, listened to the Smashing Pumpkins and stared at the moon, the stars, and the blinking red warning lights mounted to the cell phone towers that stand tall atop Mount Constitution.
High above the sky crackled as I set up my camera to capture The Great Bear trudging his way through the early night. He held his pose for 30 seconds, just long enough for me to record him on his journey, before finding shelter behind Turtleback Mountian.
Today was a long day, lifting heavy panels and cleaning up a giant cement foundation we poured earlier in the week. I think its time for me to call it a night.
posted by Corey at 2:22 PM
3 Comments:
Wow. You don't see skies like that in suburban Atlanta.
Thanks for sharing your corner of sky.
- Sam & Cindy
Something about the pumpkins just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
and I wish I could drum like Jimmy Chamberlin.
Fantastic image. Any chance you'd share a bit of camera setting info about it? Most of your shots are art. I admire your skill.
-Kim
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