The day I took this picture it was about 13C, with a sun that warmed and a wind that cooled. We wore hoodies and smelled winter cackling in the distance, somewhere in the mayonnaise clouds perhaps, or behind the brittle candy glass sun. I remembered someone’s advice about finding new angles, new perspective as I crawled around in the loamy cold earth to capture my favorite and best light.
I’ve decided this light is clean, and virginal, my attraction to it an attempt to refresh my own self, encapsulate my desires, start anew. Yet it’s also a lust for beauty, for simplicity, the convoluted logic of something so pure.
It’s nearly a taint for me, yet I shine for it. This light, my happiness, this beam of YES! that nearly pours from my skin when I awake in the morning, the dawn peeking in my window under the blind, singing of love.
I am poured in this light. And I am all the better for it.