Yesterday, I harvested peas, green beans, cherry tomatoes, purslane, red romaine and Swiss chard. (I’m thinking salad. Wouldn’t you?) I was cleaning my harvest at the kitchen sink when I noticed the light had changed.
I looked up, paused and then made a dash for the camera. Out on the front deck I capture this image.
Looks like the smithy is hard at work
I’ve shared other sunset photos recently, but this seems to me the best. However, like the others, the spectacular vision fades. (Sic transit gloria mundi.)
This fiery vision also makes me think of beauty that doesn’t fade. A glory that endures.
The next one always seems to be the best.
And so, the best never end.
The poet, Robert Browning captured a similar sentiment in these lines: “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”