I heard my new wind chime calling me outdoors, so I grabbed my camera and coat and went out into the windy sunlight to look for chiaroscuro. It was everywhere, long blue ribbons of it spilling across the garden and pooling in the hollows. I wandered the neighborhood shooting shadows and snaring light, and then dragged home a brace or two to share with you.
|Rooted in Reflection|
There is a quality of light in winter that feels like twilight but lasts the whole day through. It is present even at noon. The slant of the sun. The shape of shadows as they lean away from the light. Chiaroscuro. It bewitches me.