is much more than simply the absence of darkness.
I watch it.
I chase it.
I adore it.
The golden hour, and there are two, are my favorite times to be alive.
I didn’t take courses in photography, though I wanted to.
I learned through trial and error.
Light is unforgiving.
If I miss the perfect moment, it doesn’t offer a do-over.
It is Edwardian in its boundaries and doesn’t allow room for foolishness.
I love that about it.
It is constantly changing.
Sometimes, it is indescribable and others completely intolerable.
It gives what it gives; therefore putting the burden of catching it on my shoulders.
It keeps me centered.
It makes me yearn for something that, to a layman, is intangible.
As a photographer, however, I understand the language of the light and revel in it.
It is what fuels me, sustains me, makes me who I aspire to be.
I work as a nurse so I can be a photographer.
It is all I ever wanted to be and the light, inexplicably, seems to understand that.
I’m a child of the Creator and He has given me an eye for His magnificence.
I am, beyond description, blessed.
Light, in every season, in several circumstances and with unimaginable awe makes me fall, literally, to my knees in thanksgiving.
I adore and will, as long as I have breath in my body, seek the light.
It is HIS gift to me and I praise HIM, through photography, for it.