“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.” John Berger
Though this picture, Down the Lake, represents a lake at twilight, it looks more or less abstract to me. Abstract photography or painting is based on colour palette and/or composition and the viewer has more freedom as far as the interpretation is concerned.
Twilight is the moment between sunset and night. It is divided into different phases according to science data, but for the photographer, the most striking characteristics of this time of the day are its unusual colours.
At sunset, the sky becomes darker and darker as the sun is going down little by little on the horizon. The sky is orange and red, the typical hues of sunset pictures.
Then orange colour still lingers on the horizon line for a time, but the sky is no longer red. Twilight colours are now displayed. The sky may be an intense blue and the sun illuminates the sky from below the horizon. The sky may have several bands of colours : purple, blue, remains of orange, and pink. This strange pink colour is always on the east, that’s to say, opposite the setting sun (on the west). This phenomenon appears only when the weather is fine.
Twilight is a magical hour, a fleeting moment to capture right away. Hesitate, run to fetch your camera and it may be too late.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” Stanley Horowitz
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” Albert Camus
“A tangerine and russet cascade of kaleidoscopic leaves, creates a tapestry of autumn magic upon the emerald carpet of fading summer.” Judith A. Lindberg
“Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer’s stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.” Charles Baudelaire
“A September to remember. An October full of splendor. A November to treasure.” La Prevenchere
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” William Cullen
“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” Emily Bronte
“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.” Sarah Addison Allen
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” Humbert Wolfe
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” Jim Bishop
“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.” Walt Whitman
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.” Siobhan Vivian
“Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.” Sharon Kay Penman
“The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing.” Abby Slovin
“The fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light” Malcolm Lowry
“Nothing dies as beautifully as autumn.” Ashlee Willis
“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.” Shira Tamir
“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.” Alys Fowler
“The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.” Jane Hirshfield
“The multicolored leaves were softly glowing against the black sky, creating an untimely nocturnal rainbow which scattered its spectral tints everywhere and dyed the night with a harvest of hues: peach gold and pumpkin orange, honey yellow and winy amber, apple red and plum violet. Luminous within their leafy shapes, the colors cast themselves across the darkness and were splattered upon our streets and our fields and our faces. Everything was resplendent with the pyrotechnics of a new autumn.” Thomas Ligotti
Some colours may be harmonious when they are displayed together and some may not. The human eye can perceive harmony or disharmony right away as it is a natural instinctive response. We don’t have to think about it to judge it. I haven’t researched on the origin of this response but, even if it is cultural, it has been so conditioned that it has become natural.
It seems that harmony is related to the notion of order and disharmony to disorder. So colours that are harmonious must belong to a scheme. And if they are too different from a scheme, they would be seen as disharmonious.
“Many facets, like a diamond. A diamond that nobody can see as a whole. Some will see one facet, others a second facet but will be blind to the first one that his neighbour can see. I meet you and one of my sides is shining more. Some see only the defects, others see only the purity of the stone. I’m each and every side, I’m the purity and the defect, I’m an outside brilliance and a hidden mystery… Some facets are like mirrors and you think you know me while you only see you own reflection…
I’d like to meet somebody who knows the secret of unity, whose eyes can see beyond what they grasp at first sight. Somebody who will know and understand I can be one thing and another at the same time, one thing and its opposite on the same moment… somebody who won’t be scared away by the dark defect he guesses through a thinner part of me, who won’t be blinded by the most sparkling ideas he guesses beneath the surface. Somebody who will be wise enough to let me show what I want to hide, who will be able to witness the alchemy working on me, from darkness to the purest clarity. Wise enough to let oblivion settles on outdated memories of who I used to be.
A dream of a constant rebirthing day after day, an unseen mutation into an unknown state of mind… no change is death… one track mind is vicious circle… I feel the infinity of life through my soul and through my body, and I cannot but let it display all the varieties of its crystallized energy.”