Make it light

Photography is all about light, even the word itself means ‘writing with light’.

Morning light colors solemn calligraphy of bare trees.

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Rich, copper-colored evening light fills the air with lush thickness.


I took this photograph in May 2013. I was on my way home when the Moon started coming out of the peach-colored clouds just minutes after the sunset. Astonishingly big, it was slowly rolling behind the mountain ridge. I quickly took some pictures and drove up to the mountain top in hope for a better view.


Unfortunately, the Moon sank in the thick clouds and left me in the dark. I had to drive down the road that was barely wider than my car. Still, there were a lot to admire, especially the lace of different silhouettes against the dying sunset, and Clonmel, Co Tipperary, at my feet. Photography never ceases! 🙂


The light can stream through the gaps in the clouds, or between the tree trunks in the forest, creating  crepuscular rays. The rays in this photograph look like they have circled a sample of ferns to be taken to the alien spaceship.


This is a photograph from my trip to Rome. I visited Vatican, and had a plan to climb up St. Peter’s Basilica Dome. This plan was a reckless affair since I am quite claustrophobic, and at that time I also needed a walking stick. If you have any questions, no, it wasn’t a pilgrimage, and I didn’t expect to come down jumping stairs two at a time, and leaving my walking stick behind. I might write a separate story about that Rome trip.

Anyway, before the epic climb I peeked inside the Basilica. At certain time of the day, you can see crepuscular rays streaming inside from the different windows. I was lucky to observe these beautiful phenomena.

The most interesting thing about light is that its opposite, darkness, doesn’t exist. Darkness is only the absence of light, and therefore we cannot do anything to change or remove darkness itself.  We can affect darkness only with light. However, darkness is a very important opposite – we know what is light only by darkness.


This is a photograph of my Dad, it was taken in 1937 when he was seventeen. He is my light.

My Dad left this Earth 31 years ago.  I have only a few photographs of him. After he died, Grandma turned to the worse, and one day she managed to put almost all the family photographs in the fireplace. When my mother asked her why, she said that she was afraid. Some day I will write about whom she was afraid from, and why.

My Dad had an extraordinary life. His integrity, tact, good disposition and genuine empathy towards any human being earned him respect from people of different backgrounds and cultures.

‘Learn’ – I heard this word every day. He knew the value of light.

In Jodi Picoult’s book ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ there is a scene where Sara recalls a fight with her sister Zanne about the light left on.  “You can make it dark, but I can’t make it light”,  says Sara. I want to rephrase this sentence – I can make it light. You can make it light. We all can make it light.

inesemjphotographyHave a wonderful Sunday!


    1. Thank you so much! I have to master a lot of courage to tell that story, because I will have to tell the truths, and this truth will hurt feelings of many readers who don’t know the modern world’s history well. Sharing my grandmother’s fears is also a writing task – English is not my native language, and I want to be most precise and clear. I am not ready yet, but I have a feeling that this has to be done one day.

  1. Beautiful reflection on light!

    “Darkness is only the absence of light, and therefore we cannot do anything to change or remove darkness itself. We can affect darkness only with light. However, darkness is a very important opposite – we know what is light only by darkness.”
    ~ Simply put, but so profound in meaning. In a world were darkness reigns, we must be the light.

    1. Thank you so much for your comment! The light has already won. We just have to make sure that we stay on the side of the victor 🙂 As you say, we must be the light – even if it is just a tiny, weak flame.

  2. Inese, a delicious post, especially having lived in Clonmel for eight years.
    Your father sounds like a wonderful person. How precious memories of beloved fathers can be.

    1. Thank you so much! Clonmel is a special place that I visit as often as I can. Have hiked miles across the Comeraghs, Knockmealdown mountains and Slievenamon. With all these criminal activities around, I am not hiking solo anymore, but I really miss the joy of being the only human in sight 🙂

          1. The mountains were capped with it but there wasn’t as much as appeared from a distance. Still have to look at the pics I took. The sunset on the way home was stunning in an unusual way. We were out at Tankardstown for that.

  3. Inese, a delicious post, especially having lived in Clonmel for 8 years.
    Your father’s story is one I would love to hear. How precious fathers and memories of them can be.

  4. What you do with light is quite amazing Inese, and this photo series demonstrates so many different ways light can mesmerize. I’ve always felt the morning light colors can do so much to both landscape and people, and as you show it can also show us the “solemn calligraphy of bare trees” ~ wonderful shot. Of all photographs, though, I find when the lighting becomes unique and exciting, a photo becomes something special, and your shot when you peeked inside the Basilica ~ simply outstanding.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind comment, Randall! I too love morning light. In that photograph, the sun is way out of the frame, and the image looks somewhat flat, but because my purpose was to focus on the trees, it worked out well. The same morning, I took another set of pictures into the sun, and they have absolutely different quality. Playing with light is so fun 🙂
      That pillar of light in the Basilica was a surprise. It suddenly streamed through the window when I was about to leave. It was narrower in the beginning but grew ticker and wider after a few seconds. People were so excited.

  5. I love this post. Firstly your wonderful photographs AND the Basilica—having been twice to Rome, a joy to see. Then, the way you use these pictures to make a very pertinent point. Lastly there’s your dad, born the same year as mine. What you said about him was lovely and so touching. xxxxxxxxxxxx

    1. Thank you so much! The same year? That’s amazing! Hope your dad had a better life. To start with, my dad had been in nine concentration camps. I will never know his story, because he would only say ‘one day we will write it all down’ but we never did because he was not able to speak about those days. He just cried. And it was only the beginning of his story. I love him, and even my classmates still remember and admire him. He was loved. On Valentine’s day I always gave him a shirt, or a hat, and he would wear it religiously. He loved me too. Is your dad still alive? 96, but some people make it. xxxx

      1. Oh my darling, I am so sorry to read that. My dad was involved in something to do with helping people from concentration camps after the war. I don’t know exactly what, I do have letters and cards from that time from some of these people. Again he never talked about some things much and I wish I had asked more.. He had a very hard life in a different way from your dad. His mum died when he was four and the family were a mess. He never knew any love in his life till he met my mum but he was a very good and loving dad. He died in 1993, not long after my mum who he was never meant to be without. till miss them both so much from my life. xxxxxx

        1. So sorry that your dad had a hard and sad childhood. I am very sorry for all that generation. I lost my dad in 1985 and my mum in 1999. It must be hard losing both parents at almost the same time. xxxxxx

      2. I must have been an old soul since birth then! I had my mum’s ,mum and a step-granny who I never knew was a ‘step’ granny till I was 10 Complete opposites–except in one thing, both did what they ha\d to do to secure their lives and neither would ever admit that to one another. Lol the secrets you get from me xxxxx ( Neither were what you would call wonderful grandparents xx)

        1. Oh… xxxxxx I guess I was very lucky, because I had a fantastic Grandma, and a step-Granddad who loved me. My daughter only had my mother, so she loved what she had.
          Hugs!!! xxxxxx

  6. What a enlightening post Inese! The most beautiful pictures:) Your father reminds me somehow of my grandfather who was a very caring man, very strong and artistic (and also died way too young).
    Have a lovely Valentine´s Day! Sarah xo

    1. Thank you so much, Sara! My Dad could draw. I don’t know how many languages he understood, but I can guess that a good few. I know so little about him.
      Happy Valentine’s day to you too! xx

    1. Thank you Bernadette! I have seen pictures with the light falling from above, but had no time to wait for that. When I came, there was no light and I took some pictures from the interior. Then suddenly the light just streamed inside! People gasped. Truly awesome.

  7. Beautiful photographs…
    The pic of St. Peter’s Basilica Dome is stunning dear Inese… I guess it was worth the effort… 😉
    i love the ending lines of your post… very compelling, my friend…
    Sending much love …and light!… Aquileana ⭐

  8. I am sorry, should have mentioned losing a good father has its own pain and sorrow. I am sorry you lost him so long ago. I cannot imagine how it felt 31 years ago, but am happy you feel he represents light in your life.
    My Dad was a father to 2 boys and me. Being the only girl, I had a lot of his attention. I was blessed to have an involved father. He and my Mom were a fantastic team. Like your father, my Dad believed in treating everyone fairly, warmly and equally. By their marching in Civil Rights movements and putting their money where their mouths were they supported 3 black students from my Mom’s teaching high school, through college. We knew they weren’t just words in so many ways.

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