Photography is all about light, even the word itself means ‘writing with light’.
Morning light colors solemn calligraphy of bare trees.
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.
Have a wonderful Sunday!