It would be good to give much thought, before you try to find words for something so lost, for those long childhood afternoons you knew that vanished so completely – and why? We’re still reminded -: sometimes by a rain, but we can no longer say what it means; life was never again so filled […]
THE LIGHT
Gentle in the morning. Cloaking the table succulents. And the kids as they read their breakfast books. The Light. Abrasive. . . . Then it turns yellow. Then pink. Afternoon spheres, dancing. A light that makes things dark. Mission for 2021…take notice of the light. Portra 400 | Dev/scan | Ikigai Camera.