The wheel of time spins another deep indigo violet evening.
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time..”
Now is Solstice, the longest day of the year. I feel the stars wheeling faster overhead as summer threatens to slip away before she begins. Even as the light lingers on the horizon I sense the approach of winter deep in my stomach. This is primal. It drove our ancestors to dance naked under summer skies as they worshiped the great wheel of time.
The photo? It’s Car Henge. Isn’t it great?! Time was flying and we were too late to shoot this tourist attraction of Western Nebraska. I couldn’t let it go so I shot it in the dark, difficult without a tri-pod, and I was lucky enough to catch a setting moon.
Happy Solstice! Get out there and catch summer before she’s gone.