Wednesday, December 10, 2008

High School Skies

More sunset shots. I can't resist it when the light is like this. It's so incredibly beautiful. It's what I was trying so futilely to capture all those years ago in high school, with a stupid air brush that clogged up every five minutes in art class. And eventually, after the 20th unclogging, I'd give up and hang around outside with my smoker friends, watching the cigarette smoke spiral into the air and wondering why that air brush constantly jammed on me.

High school.

Now here I am, many years later, faced with the same awe-inspiring sky, but instead of wrestling with an air brush I stand outside, high on the deck with my three kids, watching while an orange sun falls off the edge of the world, away past the Garry oaks, away past the lake, and the sky above goes bluer and bluer, pebbled ever so faintly with pink, until it's finally black.


Heather said...

That last photo is so gorgeous, Shelia. I think it is frame-worthy.
Actually it makes me think of the Pienkowski fairy tale book that my son is reading.

sheila said...

Isn't it gorgeous? It almost makes me want to cry, it's so lovely.

We're reading P's Christmas book, funnily enough! It's INCREDIBLE, isn't it? Those colours are SO luminous. Max and I are thinking about making some cutouts of our own.

KCB said...

Beautiful sky.

People under 30 look at me like I'm nuts when I tell them our school had a smoking area.

sheila said...

KCB, did it really? What a laugh. We grew up in such free-spirited times, didn't we? It was assumed that kids would smoke on their breaks at our school. No one ever came out and chastized us for smoking. Well, not for smoking cigarettes.

My mother was very anti-smoking though. She was the original anti-smoking crusader back then, even though she came from seasoned English Smoking stock. She'd actually sniff me when I came home from parties.