Beyond The Sunset
|FTLComm - Tisdale - Friday, July 6, 2001|
Its funny how those words and ideas, so much a part of ones speech and song had
other meaning than when I look back on them from the perspective of today.
shredded by high upper winds, the glow in the East last evening as the sunset progressed
and the bloom of light in the South, all of these tell of big events, not symbols,
or analogies, but real tangible occurrences that in some ways are as momentous, or
even more momentous than the images the lyricist was eluding to in his attempts to
get that catchy phrase for his tune.
Art of any kind is a frail attempt to develop a link with a greater reality, often it is feeble and sometimes profound.
|Thursday did not fade or die quickly, but lingered with its very best moments in its very last glimmers of light that washed the Western sky. A trunk of solid red light driving through a plate of slate cloud to illuminate wisps of water vapour and all of that glory done just for me to see and photograph for you, pretty cool stuff, when you think, beyond the sunset.|