“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”–Virginia Woolf wrote that in The Waves
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” — Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
“… couldn’t everyone’s life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?” — wrote Michel Foucault, On the Genealogy of Ethics
“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.” — Stephanie Meyer wrote that
“Morning feels so far away, questions keeping me awake. Will you sing, sing your night song? …” –Night Song lyrics by Ellie Holcomb
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.” — Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale
So my dear friends, in the weeks ahead may your nights be filled with the sweetest of dreams.
Just like last week, looks like I’ve again shared two posts instead of one.
Oh those images leave me feeling enchanted. Absolutely stunning captures!
Beautiful night shots, Diane. The night has a thousand eyes…
What a lovely piece of music! Your pictures are rich and moody. My husband was telling me one recent night as we drove through the twilight, that at some time thousands of years in the future, the light from some distant star that has gone super nova will reach ears Earth and there will be no more night sky. The Earth will be in a perpetual dusk at night. What a sad day that will be!
your night shots are superb and you’ve paired them perfectly with words
everyone’s life should be a work of art. something for which we all should strive.