A gorgeous Bougainvillea climbing over a wall and an outdoor light fixture, so that it almost appears to glow from within. The dark night sky in the background contrasts sharply with the red appearance of the flowers. This photo has not been edited. Does the Lamp light her Self from within, or does some One else flip her switch?

Inner Light?
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Image of a wetland pond in the foreground reflecting the sunset colors in the sky. The sun has gone down, but there is a bright strip of orange along the horizon and behind the San Francisco Peaks. Some of the clouds are pink, and there are grasses and flowers along the edges of the pond. The sun has set now. Night is inevitable. But the day's not done. -Betsy Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas

A still shot from my evening stroll last weekend.
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