I know August was my designated “more images, fewer words” month, but the skies these days…I just can’t stop gazing up at the harkening-to-autumn clear blue skies we’ve been treated to lately. I can’t stop stopping in my tracks at the same spray of yellow glory–Jerusalem artichoke blooms, my sources tell me (thank you, JZ)–and I can’t stop being amazed at their sunny faces against the achingly glorious blue sky beyond. I can’t not take photos of these skyscapes, each one more vividly blue than the last. And you know me, I need to share. So here you go.
It took an out-of-town visitor to remind me that there are treasures to behold in my back yard. If by my back yard, you include the hub of the universe on the other side of the river. I.M. Pei must have been dreaming of skies like this when he designed the JFK Library.
They’re worth the trip, all by themselves.
It was just that kind of week. Blue skies, and a chill in the air. Waking up early and needing to pull up the comforter, as a frosty breeze wafted through the window.
The fact that we’re now in the land of more dark than light is probably what makes these blue sky days all the more vivid, more acutely in need of being seen, and appreciated, and duly noted. It’s going to start being dark at 4PM before I know it, and I will grieve the lack of sunshine in the evenings and in the early mornings. Best to just keep looking up, and letting these skies, and the light these days, soak in, at every opportunity.