I was looking at the trees around my home while watching the television and was overcome today by the incredible beauty and utterly bright reality that surrounds my home. Night changes your expectations a little with any light being a great gift but the brightness grabbed me like a riptide.
South Australia in summer has a peculiar way of making the summers particularly bright. It washes out the colour in the trees, has a clear blue that goes a light white in the mornings, pushes the heat and brightness into the land and changes the bright green of spring into the intense red/ green of summer. In a home surrounded by trees this wash out in the green is particularly distinguished.
This brightness is in its own way beautiful, changing what you see and forcing you to see the most significant parts of the picture. However in South Australia sometimes this great brightness that can actually hurt the eyes with is magnificence when its overwhelming power washes out the parts that are subtle, that are delicate, that are often overlooked.
And then there is Christmas. The holiday that is as much a spectacle of consumerism as the celebration of gods own son. Its a festival that has become so bright with power that it also has a magnificence that is overwhelming and is pushing with a force to remove all the subtle, delicate and overlooked parts. Including the parts that make it worth while.
So here we are less than a week till Christmas and the world is bright, overwhelming and the little things keep on being washed out. So for once instead of being enamoured by the big stuff, or being forced to squint with the light, I'm looking with open eyes at the little things even as the Gama keeps on being turned up.
Merry Christmas all -- don't forget to look at the details.
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