It has been almost two years since my photo essay Winter’s Light appeared in Talking Writing.
Of course I still love the light of this approaching season.
With that winter’s light in 2011, I focused on the illumination of “ordinary objects,” from condensation to old postcards hung on a wall.
With this morning’s near-winter light, I was struck by the illumination of branching fingers of ice.
To view such scenes at the start of the day feels magical. Feels cold, too, but still magical. 😉