Summer is a vase of snapdragons backlit by the morning sun.
The show lasts only three or four minutes and is possible only a few days of the year, when the sun rises at a certain angle over the roof of a particular house to the east and sunlight streaks through a specific gap in the branches of the sugar maple to a glass-topped porch table positioned in just the right place.
Also, someone must be sitting at the table looking for something–anything!–to do besides finish her Morning Pages, which were being boring, and a vase of gorgeous flowers must be close at hand along with a working camera that has reasonably fresh batteries (because digital “film” is cheap and 40-some exposures will be made of this particular solar event).
This year it all came together on July 23 at 7:25 AM. It’s one of my little Stonehenge moments, and I’m grateful I was able to capture it.
© 2012 Anne Bingham and Making It Up as I Go