Taken from the sidewalk in front of my home.
Light and the images it creates for my eyes are such fleeting things.
Tonight, as I was driving home from a photo assignment, I saw the most delicious light, peeking out as golden rays from underneath the clouds.
I wanted to pull to the curb, stop and climb about 40 feet in the air to capture the “perfect” portrait of that light.
Instead, I did what I could.
I set my camera, in between keeping myself and my car out of harms way.
I pointed it out my window in the general direction of the sky I wanted so badly to capture. Cursing the abundance of light standards and telephone and electrical wires.
I got some potential captures that way.
As I was walking up the sidewalk to my front door. I saw the remnants of the light and clouds which I had tried to capture.
I pointed my camera, framed and here you are.
However fleeting, light seems to continually grab hold of something deep in my soul and lighten my mood.
