Saturday, April 27, 2019
One of our neighbors across the street installed a new motion-activated security light over their doorway. When it activates at night, our dining room and entrance hall are flooded with dramatic shadows. (Further evidence that Dave and I were smart to choose the room in the back of the house for our bedroom -- unlike the previous tenants, who slept in this one.)
I love the patterns and the way the light duplicates shadows already cast by the streetlights (like the giant vegetal stalk of our fiddle-leaf fig). Getting a picture was laughable -- when I noticed the light was on I'd run for the camera, but often by the time I got ready to take a shot it would snap off. Argh! Finally I was fast enough to catch one.
Anyway, the light doesn't bother us because we don't use this room much at night. (Or at all, to be honest.)
Last night Dave and I stayed home and watched "The Talented Mr. Ripley," which I hadn't seen in years. I loved it when it came out in 1999, and it is a good movie, but I think I was entranced by all that scenery of rustic Italy as much as anything!