Tension builds as daylight’s momentum slows to a beautiful speed. The sun sends out pulses in colors: purple, orange, pink, blue, red, and gold. The pulses pass over the ocean, sand, forest, homes, and roadways. They pass through people and leave them breathless. The pulses then settle and dissolve the tension. The colors release a collective sigh and seep into the earth. The world glows with heavenly light. Every object seems significant with this magnificent illumination. There is nothing to be said as the sun makes this Grand Exit. Just let the delicate scenery relax your mind, but leave goosebumps on your skin, as the sun says farewell.
I find all pictures to be quite beautiful, the last one especially. Most people associate New York with buildings or industrial aspects of the city, but this is a picture of something different.
All three photos are very striking but the first one really caught my eye. I like the expansive body of water that stretches into the background. It’s also interesting how the sun overpowers the rest of the lights and colors in the photo, shrouding them in mystery, including the physical details and identity of the person.
As with the previous comments, I agree that all 3 of your photos are very amusing. The one that really caught my attention was your 2nd picture. Not only do you see the bridge, but the foliage that surrounds it as well. It makes you rethink NYC as just being a place of skyscrapers and buildings. Also, the time of day this picture was taken really gives it a soothing effect.
All of the three photos portray employ natural lighting to illuminate a beautiful landscape. It’s slightly hard to believe that this is a place in NYC, since it lacks the conventional skyscrapers, crossing signals, and public transportation (especially the yellow cab). The image that struck me the most was the second image. The shading of the sky you move from the left to the right of the picture changed from pink to a light purplish blue. I also really like its contrast with the black silhouette of the bridge.
I love all the three pictures. The first one strikes me the most though. A sunset scenery is very difficult to find in a metropolitan city and honestly I did not know that there is a place in NYC where there are no skyscrapers.
From a writerly perspective I would have to say the beginning of this is more focused because it is slightly more grounded in concrete language, although I think “pulses” could be replaced or varied; and the last three lines are a bit detached, abstract, and sentimental. Part of the issue for me as a reader is that the “tension” is not located in an authorial presence; that is, it floats, abstracted from its impact on a narrative “I”. Who is the “tension” supposed to effect? The last three lines are a bit untethered to me: “magnificent illumination” seems a bit over the top; Grand Exit, with the caps, seems like it’s trying too hard to be important; and I think any time you ask a reader to get goosebumps is probably going to do the opposite. Nevertheless, I think this is good start, and the task going forward is to make concrete the ambiguity and focus in on a particular moment and let images reflect the moment.