This was a busy week, but I did manage to capture this shot of the sun lighting up a copse of trees in the distance. Stormy days are a favourite of mine for shooting photos and, surprisingly for November, we've actually had a lot of sunshine lately. But yesterday storm clouds moved in. The sun took a peek out of the clouds for just one moment - long enough for me to snap this. It's a very simple, quiet photo with quite a 'Novemberish' quality: the brooding sky with a hint of possible snow; the absence of green in the trees; the earth laying fallow for its impending blanket of winter. The way the rays specifically shone on this spot reminds me of that scene in
Raiders of the Lost Ark, when Indy uses the staff of Ra to determine the location of the Well of Souls, where the Ark of the Covenant is purported to lie. The sun hits the room and the headpiece of the staff at one point during the day and it illuminates where he and Sallah should be digging. I love to witness how the sun, on days when clouds try to block it, pierces through a stormy sky and shoots a beam so specifically on the surrounding landscape. I'm more spiritual than religious, but it sometimes feels like some kind of golden finger pointing down, touching the trees. A kind of farewell kiss before the frost takes over and a cold, winter wind whips over the field. The sun's promise that he will warm those branches again come Spring. An unexpected blessing from above. Kind of like my own Sonbeam.
