Surely at the top of the list of most boring jobs is working in an art gallery. But it is my job, and I persist. Responsibility has its downside. After several slow days, today ended up being good. And what made it so? Not just the small sale but the nice people who visited, and the evening.
It was close to 7 pm when I locked up for the day. As I walked to the car, I looked toward the river where a gorgeous pink-orange range of colors in the sky was repeating itself on the water, and I was beckoned to come closer.
The river is extraordinary on its own, especially in the way the sun causes it to change colors. When I was there at midday yesterday a woman said to me, "Look how the water is sparkling like diamonds." At that time, the shimmering lights were playing off the midrange blue of the water. On other days, when the sun is behind a cloud and the sky is dark, the old Cape Fear can be a somber black. Sometimes it is gray or a deep blue-green. Tonight for a short while, the color of the water was the same color that the sun left in the sky on its descent over the distant islet of trees, and the small gathering treated it as a holy experience. A beautiful sight from nature seems as if we are let in on an eternal secret.
This is with my iPhone, not at the height of its splendor, and not true to the beautiful true colors.
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