It’s my birthday tomorrow, which is a good excuse for me to be even more introspective than usual. Birthdays usually evoke thoughts of the past and the future; where I’ve been and where I’m going. Photography has been a lovely way to stay grounded in the present, alert to its own unique beauty. Lately, I’ve been enjoying the unique light in the hour right after sunset, when the world is bathed in the last lingering light, and the evening is illuminated by other varied lights.
So here, a selection of photographs from my recent evening walks, alongside a favorite poem about the gift of savoring the present moment, “The Bright Field” by R. S. Thomas.
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
– Eyes wide open, Chinwe