Autumn is often a time of beautifully lit days, so when I looked up and saw my fruit bowl haloed in celestial light that made me think of paintings by Caravaggio I grabbed my camera, took a couple of pix.
Then I looked around hoping MasterB would have positioned himself in the full path of the rays. Unfortunately he hadn’t so that glorious beauty is denied us, however, as he is gloriously beautiful in any light we shan’t suffer too much, and I took a picture anyway.
Next, the Alstromeiria glowing pinkly.
Bu by three o’clock the light had acquired a tone I associate with science fiction films of the apocalyptic type. It is light and yet dark at one and the same time. A bit too Caravaggio for comfort; Caravaggio with a knife in his hand and one or two more hidden up his sleeves. It has a hint of yellow, of sulphurousness, a suspicion that the devil has been fiddling with the controls.
Whether this is just a strange oddity, the result of the combination of raised temperatures and more usual seasonal markers, or something to do with Hurricane Ophelia, I don’t know. But it’s now a quarter to five and the sky still has this portent loaded air.
I hope nothing bad is stirring.