This exploration of light in all its forms, through photos, words, and in my daily musings has prompted a new creativity, one in which I stop and look at things in a different "light".
This image was in an empty entrance to a warehouse next to a cafe we ate at. On my way out, I stopped, turned around, and took a snapshot of the light coming in, in this particular angle and it was beautiful. It wasn't until I converted to black and white, bumped up the contrast, and brought out the highlights that I realized the two empty benches. Or the way the steel wall reflected structure on its opposing side that almost made it seem faded, resembling memories of the past of sorts.
I immediately thought of her, my mother, the way the dark (shadow) danced with the light. It almost represented dualities, of the happiness of shared moments and the sorrow of missing her. The bleak past and pain of when I lost her, to the life it gave me the strength to move forward. The last thing that caught my attention and pulled at my heartstrings were the two empty benches. I felt the absence, like all the time I should've sat with her and talked about my day or just to tell her how much the kids have grown. I felt the emptiness in those benches, the moments we should have had. The invitation, to slow my day down and sit and reflect.
Light. Looking for it has caused me to "see" to truly open up my eyes and be open to experiences in finding light in unexpected places and moments. It is in these little moments that I "feel" closer to her.
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