The Light…morning on the Bridge between Sweden and Denmark
The Light…of Stockholm, Sweden
The Light…the place…the view. Priceless. Mölle, Sweden
The Light…of Sahara Desert?…No, Ribersborg beach, Malmö, Sweden
The snow, the mist, the mystery…the Light
The Scandinavian Winter Light…almost summerlike
The Light…the mystic fog…the natural beauty. Kullaberg, Sweden
I’ll find you. I’ll bring you home
“Well you only need The Light when it’s burning low..”
- Passenger | Let her go -
A wave of Light
“Every sleepy night must say goodbye to day before it dies”
- Kate Bush
Urban Light – of New York City
The filtered light turns lichen eerie green,
ushering in a world we hardly know,
at least not one we’re sure we’ve ever seen
just so, each climber brand new in his skin,
no longer mired in waiting to begin.
The Flatiron, Boulder CO evening Light.
Ah… I lift
I’m lifting free on flowing glow
I let go
Of the mountain beneath
And the thousand lights
Now above me it brights
Do I fall or fly?
I don’t know,
“I don’t know! ” I cry
Beyond the dark silhouettes lies the rising sun, far away, distant but there, far awa, wandering above the mist.
The vanishing Light…is but a farewell gift to the day that passed, and a preview of what’s coming next. Appreciate the beauty in life and the moments that comes and goes.