“When he came out of the house the last intense light of the winter day was pouring over the town below him, and the bushy tree-tops and the church steeples gleamed like copper…
…he would never go away from Haverford; he had been through too much here ever to quit the place for good. What was a man’s ‘home town’ anyway, but the place where he had had disappointments and had learned to bear them?”
— Willa Cather, from Lucy Gayheart, 1935
For this inaugural series at Centuries Since the Day, I present 14 images (minus one) under the rubric, “Late afternoon light, early March.” With a single exception, these were taken on March 7th, between 4 and 6, hours when the shadows lengthened and the blue sky, hazy to begin with, drained of all color.
The setting: downtown Denver, in a corridor of the city where gleaming new lofts and condos are sandwiched in between the Platte River and the trainyards.
I’ve resisted adding tags, preferring to let the shots speak on their own, or in tandem with one another, but without editorializing. The unguided tour begins here with “Watertower” and ends with “bare branches in grey light.”