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For Love of the Light

My size 4 black patent leather shoes found their way to patches of light cast on the 1970s linoleum.  I don’t know how long I would stand there in it or if my mother even noticed her curious toddler, but long enough to warm my toes and leave a smile on my face. As an adult, I have been known to pull off the road to watch the light dance through leaves and to stop mid-conversation to watch the sunset hug the edge of my son’s blond head.  I love light.  I notice it, I appreciate it, and now I try to capture it in a lens.

 

I’m also trying to live it.  But I can be a hopeless idiot.  The works below are the documentation of both.

 

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