Every moment in life is fleeting. Before we have even noticed time has shuffled us along to the next moment, the next experience. Sometimes it’s good to pause and notice the wonder unfolding around us. I took this photo just as the sunlight began to fade into the soft light of the gloaming twilight. The clouds had swept themselves into wonderful and impossible lines in the darkening blue sky. They drew me away from the earthbound golden petals of the buttercups, and up into the fleeting light of dusk over the croft.
And this was taken maybe five minutes earlier, in full but softening sunlight. Any moment now the buttercups will begin to fold their petals in for the night, and Willow will run away across the meadow towards the house, looking for her evening meal. The clouds will begin to to stand out from the darkening sky, and dusk will begin to fall. Fleeting moments caught on the edge of fleeting light, as we head towards the shortest night of the year.
Here, high on the Scottish West Coast, the fleeting light of dusk falls around eleven o’clock. It’s a beautiful soft light which never quite fades in the northern sky, rising again around four. Yet in just three months the length of night and day will be equal. To me this speaks of the constant change which is life, and in which we live our lives. From one moment to the next nothing really remains the same. Every moment is unique and precious, and if we chose we can savour its fleeting flavour, and its unique patterns.
You can see lots more takes on the theme of ‘fleeting’ at the weekly photo challenge