Palette of
the seasons.

Late light.

By noon the sea had handed the sky back, a shade lighter.

The marsh keeps its own slow hours.

An afternoon with nowhere to be.

Time, for once, in a good mood.

Everybody comfortable, nobody in a hurry.

Quiet work.

Unruly color.

Glowing harvest.

Whole world.

Unhurried.

Fire first.

Cold glass.