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208 pages, Hardcover
First published November 1, 2011
In certain latitudes there comes a span of time approaching and following the summer solstice, some weeks in all, when the twilights turn long and blue…you pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the color blue…over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades…
What remained until now was unfamiliar, what I recognize in the photographs but failed to see at the time they were taken, are the startling depths and shallows of her expressions, the quicksilver changes of mood.
My cognitive confidence seems to have vanished altogether. Even the correct stance for telling you this, the ways to describe what is happening to me, the attitude, the tone, the very words, now elude my grasp.
When we lose that sense of possible we lose it fast.
"In certain latitudes there comes a span of time approaching and following the summer solstice, some weeks in all, when twilights turn long and blue."
"The French call this time of day 'I'heure bleue.' To the English it was 'the gloaming.'"