Photographers learn to use the morning and evening light. Textures show more clearly; colors glow more richly. Some places have a distinctive light. I'm told that Key West has long captivated artists. I've admired the stark winter light of northern Alberta, the gothic light of a coastal rainforest, and the warmth of sunset across an Algonquin Park lake.
This morning's light, as I walked to work, seemed to tease out the nascent spring colors. The neutral, cream hue of the thin overcast accentuated the tinsels of color in the cityscape. The rosy buds of the maple trees, just coming into flower. The hint of paler green effusing the dark winter needles of the spruce trees. Even the young women, crossing the footbridge toward the university, appeared to glow more beautifully.
By midday, however, a cold wind wrapped itself again around the City. I shivered on the walk home and didn't notice the colors.
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