The Weakening Eye of Day
The day before yesterday was a holiday. My husband went to work, to have this Friday off. It was sunny. There were some chores to do, and lunch to make, but then I was free. So I planned my afternoon to do some pastel painting, and to go for a drive with my camera. Lunch over, I sit and peruse Facebook while I make my digestion before picking up the kitchen. Two o'clock. It's sunny and warm outside. I go outside to stand in the sun for a few minutes. I come back in. I do the dishes, clean off the countertops and table, sit back down a couple of minutes. I debate which to do first, whether paint or go out. This is the best time to paint, with more natural light. I dither. I go back out for a minute. The sun is starting its downward trend, shifting behind the barn roof. I go back in. I do a little painting. It's horrible. I decide to go out for a drive. The sun is now too low. If I drive in a westerly direction I'll be blinded. It's four o'clock. Time to call it...