We’re just digging out from the blizzard and the sky is already doing its gaudy winter thing again. It amazes me how quickly things return to normal. I feel guilty saying that when people died in the storm, including an eleven year-old boy, and many hundreds of thousands are still without power. What I mean is that nature returns to its ‘normal’ with surprising ease.
My son took these pictures earlier this evening, outside his dorm (Kirkland House) at Harvard. Nearly every day of his winter season elementary school life, I would pause, force my kids to gaze up at the late afternoon sky, and shout, “Pink light! Look at the pink light!” It’s become a joke in our family – a way to tease and distract mom from all kinds of sub-par behavior. Pretty much everything looks better in pink light.
Looks like Merry Old England.
Erika I haven’t thought about the pink light since I left Chicago 35 years ago. I was saddened to hear about Bianca. Tragic end to a short sad life. We met the twins in SF when they they were little girls and then again when they were staying at Dave and Katrina’s. Dave and Katrina tried so hard to give them good guidance. We can only try.
Yes, I know. Thanks so much for saying that.
It’s the alpine glow in Boise, where I live. And yes, it makes everything better.
Gorgeous!!
I so miss the beauty of the snow … but not the clean up or the feel of the freeze!