Random short story #1

If I were a painter, and not a photographer, perhaps I would think like this.... Written in the wee hours, in a streaming flow of thoughts and words as always...

Once upon a time....jk..

THE GILDED LIGHT of morning poured in through the open window, a stifling heat coming with the slowly creeping rays of light, making uncomfortable the artist’s quaint studio perched high above the street. The late-summer sun still rose early, not enabling the artist to sleep much past the breakfast hour. He enjoyed the playful light of morning; he adored the explosion of violet and mango on the horizon, beyond the spires and towers, which came with the summer sunrise.

The doors of the terrace had been left open late on the evening prior, allowing the artist to breathe the cool air of August after sunset as he lay awake as always. The sounds of a waking city, the modern city, now played a playful background tune – a familiar tune the artist craved in the morning as he placed himself in time and place, returning slowly from dream.

Calgary, old and new contrasts

All Photos: Daniel C. Bach 2010