Despite recent plumbing problems which are not located in, but appear to be accessible from my apartment, which has led to the digging of a not small hole in my wall, which acts as an airway to my downstairs neighbors’ apartment and through which I have determined that they eat bacon and smoke the occasional evening cigarette, I love where I live.
I love coming home here, into a big space that is stupidly sparsely furnished and which will probably make my mother ask (once again), “why don’t you get real furniture?” when she comes to visit later this week. I have just been out of town for a couple of days, about which I will and must write tomes and tomes, and which is why I spent an hour this morning backing up photos and deleting them from my computer, so I would have space to upload what would be an embarrassing lot of pictures. Would be, except that I am not, generally speaking, prone to embarassment, though when I surprised the hotel staff doing turn down service (which is called “servicio de apertura” at the fancy hotel that I was reviewing (and which is why I was out of town), I understood that I should have been embarassed by the state in which I had left the room before popping out to take some pictures. In my defense, I had been drinking wine and riding a bike all day, about which I will write the aforementioned tomes and tomes.
So. home. With all of its creaks and dustbunnies and weird plumbing issues. And then, every night, as the sun starts to disappear ove the coastal range, it hits the glass on the buildings to the west of me and reflects this syrupy orange light to me (in pic, above). And I know I won’t live here forever, but for as long as I do, I will try to be here at that time of day that I call the “magic hour” to breathe in that color, and take the occasional picture. And hope that wherever I live, I’ll always have beautiful light. Because hole in the wall, dustbunnies and lack of real furniture be darned, light is what makes a place home.
Lovely. My favorite time of day. Perfect description, Eileen, the “magic hour”…..
Nice photo, I like it more here in Valpo though, looking at the ocean from a high floor looks gorgeous at that hour.
Matías, sounds beautiful. I always try to catch the sunset in the evening on the coast. Lucky you, you get it every day!
“light is what makes a place home.” So true. I love that idea.
thanks! What’s the light look like in your place?
Beautiful! I love that time of time of day, when the light is soft and golden and makes everything seem slightly fuzzy around the edges.
I just love how orange it gets. Though it won’t be very pretty today, too grey out. Hope you have a good sunset wherever you are!
Yes, Yes, Yes… Light! Oh so important! And oh so sad I don’t have good light at my place! I remember you writing about light (in the stairwell) of you last place and now am wondering if you always visit prospective apartments at just that magic hour??!!
Can’t wait to hear about said travels!
you can come and enjoy the light here whenever you like. And the light in the other apartment was terrible, but the stairwell was great. I don’t visit the apartments at any particular time, but I am in love with expansive views and light, it’s true! I guess I’ve just been lucky!
When we first moved to our apartment, I was a bit sad about losing our previous place’s view of the mountains. Now though, whenever I’m home for sunset, I think that I made a pretty good trade. I can totally relate to your feelings – something about those colors makes me so happy to live where I do.