it's almost bedtime
It's almost bedtime, let's look at the sky.
I made these pictures in the almost summer evening of late May and early June. I love going for evening walks by myself this time of year. Sometimes I can't get out by myself so the three of us pretend extra daylight is extra time, like the hour that doesn't exist when the clock moves forward in fall. This is the plain old regular magic of the liminal--but stretched out long when by it's very definition it's not supposed to last at all. It's giddy, it's untenably sad. Inside or out the whites come aglow and the colors sink. All of summer is hanging, a perfect fruit you might taste if you don't wake up too soon. So strange, too, summer hasn't even started and already the roses are falling and the days are getting shorter.