During this morning's walk I stopped to record the progress on the solar water heating project for Goshen College's Recreation-Fitness Center. As I took the photo, my eye was caught by the light reflecting from the glass insulators on the nearby telephone pole. They hardly show in the photo, and I've never noticed them before in all my many times of walking past, but for some reason this morning I was intrigued by the variation in colors and had to go over for a closer look.
The sunlight streamed in the front window all morning, and then it turned cloudy around noon. I already had plenty of material to draw on for this log of sparks of light, but when the sun came out briefly about 4:30, the scarlet leaves on the Japanese maple called to me. Despite yesterday's strong winds, most of the leaves on this little maple are still holding on, and they've gone from a deep burgundy to brilliant scarlet, especially when the afternoon sun is shining through them.
Forty-five minutes later, the back yard looked like this -- the Japanese maple is on the right.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.