You know what Boston drivers think about a yellow light: it means “Gun it.”
I’ve fairly recently rambled about the color yellow and its variations in tone and mood, from pale tea-dyed hues to the impossibly saturated Tweety Bird.
Yellow light has a special, sparkling space in winter. It nullifies the night by streaming, sometimes with a misty halo, from lanterns along cobblestone and brick streets. It curls around the morning’s steel blue clouds and peeks from behind snowy branchs. It makes a lone stranded lobster trap stand out in a sea of sepia sea grass. It carves a path through denuded branches, contouring them with gold. It blazes in afternoon’s last blast of sun, transforming forlorn sheets of muddy mustard seaweed into glittering ornaments along the rocky shore.
In winter, yellow no longer seems to be a call to speed up, pedal to the metal.
Slow down, savor the light.
I know what you mean about Boston drivers (a fearless breed). These photos are wonderful and your narrative weaves them together to form a warm hug on a cold winter’s day.
Beautiful!
Beautiful words and images. Thank you for making yellow light and winter so interesting (it’s almost winter). AM
happy holidaze 2 u 😎
Beautiful pictures! Maybe the one with the lamp and the building is from Boston?
Some lovely pictures – my favourite is the last one.
Gorgeous yellow light captures. Merry Christmas to you, Stephanie!
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Beautiful skies and beautiful words. Happy Holidays to you and yours!
You have SUCH beautiful pictures!!! I never looked at Boston through your eyes before. I’ll head out and catch some light just to appreciate the beauty you’ve captured.
Gorgeous light!
Beautiful images, lovely blog, happy to follow you, thank you.
Oh my, these are wonderful. Mellow, quietly radiant — somehow winter in Western MA doesn’t seem to give us this warmth of yellow, though. More like chilly grey — and never yellow at all!
I’ll have to look harder now —