The falling sun lights a diagonal swash of clouds a peach color above the mountains, lake, and town

Spinning World

Overcast skies and steady rainfall. In the mountains out beyond slate canyon, snow. Since last night, the world seems strangely more three-dimensional than usual. Everything seems vast—the alley, that carport, that path to the tea spot—all so big and so very intricate: one grapevine leaf in faint orange streetlight bobs with a raindrop, so many grapevine leaves made of so many grape leaf cells. How wild. This spacious and affectionate awareness came on sometime while watching The Matrix at the request of a friend’s son. I stepped out into the rain-cooled night, stood, and looked. String lights. Goldenrod. Wormwood. Memories of dancing and laughter. Cricket-song. The faint glow of the moon behind clouds.

Near the mouth of Slate Canyon, Provo, UT

24mm, f/1.4, 1/500s, ISO 100

Canon EOS 90D with 24mm f/1.4 lens

A turquoise ray of sun streaks through the many clouds--some deep grey and blue, others lit brightly by the sun--over town and mountains in the distance

"In fact, I already feel free, and my heart is reassured that my country, Palestine, will be free. Because reality resides in the minds of people, their ideas and beliefs will sooner or later turn into facts. Free Palestine is in everyone's mind now."

~ Mohammed Al-Bardawili in Midnight Thoughts in Gaza (page 168)

In the cloudy deep blue sky the edges of some clouds glow red above the lake and mountains, above the scattered town lights

Rain falls from clouds, beautiful clouds.

Dramatic red clouds spread across dark blue sky in streaking patterns above the lake and silhouetted mountains, town lights glowing below