Indian Ink Sunset
[This is a photograph that really needs to be enlarged to see the detail, especially the layers on the horizon. Double click.]
This shot was one of the last I took to conclude four hours of frantic activity. Lock down restrictions had started and I could not be sure how often I would be able to get out to take photos - in fact curfew breakers were threatened with prison in Tasmania.
I seriously wondered (and the world is far from out of the woods yet; "wars and rumours of wars" and all that) whether the sun was actually setting on human civilisation. Let's not kid ourselves, we are guaranteed nothing on this earth and have to fight for our freedom at every turn - especially in this age of Technocracy and Globalism.
And yet, hope is never far away. We see it every time we watch a sunset like this. We know instinctively that as human beings we are more than material beings and biological machines. As we expect the sun to rise again in the morning, so we "know" that darkness is not the end.
* I couldn't resist the title because it reminded me of coloured indian ink on white paper from art class days in school.
Indian Ink Sunset
[This is a photograph that really needs to be enlarged to see the detail, especially the layers on the horizon. Double click.]
This shot was one of the last I took to conclude four hours of frantic activity. Lock down restrictions had started and I could not be sure how often I would be able to get out to take photos - in fact curfew breakers were threatened with prison in Tasmania.
I seriously wondered (and the world is far from out of the woods yet; "wars and rumours of wars" and all that) whether the sun was actually setting on human civilisation. Let's not kid ourselves, we are guaranteed nothing on this earth and have to fight for our freedom at every turn - especially in this age of Technocracy and Globalism.
And yet, hope is never far away. We see it every time we watch a sunset like this. We know instinctively that as human beings we are more than material beings and biological machines. As we expect the sun to rise again in the morning, so we "know" that darkness is not the end.
* I couldn't resist the title because it reminded me of coloured indian ink on white paper from art class days in school.