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 here are the documentation of both.