The light this past couple of days has been beautiful. It’s that time of year when the crops are almost ready to harvest, and the evening sun is rich and golden; a dazzling combination. I spent a few days in the country with my family and took full advantage of the surroundings, shooting just over 1000 photos (although I doubt that more than a small percentage of them will be usable.)
Sitting down with a journal today to write, I realised I’m infatuated with light. It seeps into almost everything I write, and of course everything I shoot revolves around different types of light. When I think back to an experience I want to record or remember, it’s the light and the feeling it evokes that I remember most clearly. It’s what I want to capture in both words and images, and I work hard to get it just right.
This past weekend was full of it: the blue light before dawn, dappled adventures in my Grandmother’s grove, a stunning sunrise, meteor showers, star gazing, colourful sunsets, a candlelit family gathering, 5am lightning, and soaking up rays in the garden. It’s been inspiring to say the least.
These few shots are from our neighbour’s wheat field, in the evening when the sun is low and the light intense. I have much more to share, including my first sort-of portrait shoot, so I’ll post more in the coming days!