I love evening light. It suggests possibilities. It calls to my mind time in chapels, motes in the sun, ballgames, preparing supper for friends.
I once freaked out the person looking in on my house when I went away for a long time with this permanent arrangement of fruit firmly on the dining room table. I was roundly castigated, up to the minute he tried to move this very heavy collection.
Which I brought it back piece by piece from Rome, … as Preserved Killick would say.
I like going to museums on weekends when I can, so today… eis deficientibus … I am channeling my inner natura morta, my inner still life.
Also, here is an old chalice. I used this during Lent. It is dear to me. I kept this in my lockable niche in the sacristy of St. Peter’s Basilica for years, for I said Mass there everyday.
Let nobody claim that in the past people did not understand "noble simplicity".
The patten has a dent, from the first week in a parish where I was assigned.
Just a glimpse of life, in the evening.
I will now eat supper.
