“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
…the day is ending, put it behind you and rest awhile on golden sands…
…dawn will follow dusk, a phoenix will rise again…
Dusk on the Tamaki River’s shore at low tide.
The day is fading; the water is receding.
Life is a succession of little endings.
The passing of one thing gives way to the coming of the new.
For there is no beginning without an end, as I am reminded by this gorgeous scene.
I took a photo at dusk from the harbour wall at Pittenweem on my recent visit to the Scottish village.
The weather outside the harbour was getting rough, with the wind and the sea up, and the rain beginning to fall again.
But looking back to the town, things appeared calmer.
The saying “safe harbour” sprang to mind.
I could see the light of the place we were staying (at centre top) and headed back to its comfort.
(In the failing light the photo was a technical failure so I salvaged it (like a sunken ship!) and made this abstract picture, that captures for me the moment).
Dusk at London’s South Bank and those who stroll on the promenade do so with the expectation that everything is possible and nothing improbable….magic will occur tonight.
Pohutukawa trees – shore sentinels as the day fades – the spirit of home, always.
…and in the ongoing series… Number seven, all good people go to heaven(not sure whether that qualifies as a factoid…..the theologians amongst you can debate!).
Anyway ,two for the price of one this time. A tower, a spire, a flag, a weathervane – symbols galore in the fading light.