(photo by Tabitha Bird)
As the sun fell from its throne in the sky it stretched its arms towards the horizon.
An attempt to catch itself?
It wove its fingers through the leaves of a Morten Bay Fig. The wind dappling the fingerprints of the last sunlight on the ground.
The grasses rose to meet the light like an animal arching it's back, eager for the stroking hand of a kind master. The sun breathed with the afternoon. I breathed too.
I wondered how many sunsets have morphed into the liquid dark of night without me seeing them. How many before this one?
As I my skin drank in the last light of the year, a new year crouching at the door of tomorrow, I opened my eyes and saw. Not a last sunset. Not for me. For me, this was a first.
What about you? Happy New Year. How did you spend the last light of 2010? I went on a date with my camera. A new obsession. Photography.