Remember that night back in September?
The afternoon was warm. Shirt-sleeve warm.
But as the moon rose, like a lantern above the farthest hill,
we got goose bumps and huddled under the blanket, which was damp.
The fiddles played. And guitars and cello. Voices rose up in the night.
Clothing caught the dimming light as dancers whirled, their hair flying outward, their arms raised up.
Remember the sparks
into the sky?
From a September night in 2019 at Feast and Field in Barnard, Vermont. The band was The Fretless.
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Perfect to read in January!
I’ve been soaking up pictures from summer and fall evenings lately. I like winter, really I do. But a bit starved for some color!
Your photographs make me think of the many festivals I have been to, and the words conjure up being at Woodford festival in Australia with my sister and family. Roll on summer evenings!
So glad to conjure good memories. 🙂