I love light—its colors and textures. I love the paintings of the impressionists and the photographs of Edward Weston, Dorothea Lange, and Walker Evans.
I love to write about light, to try to paint it in words.
Now, I have a camera, and so I'm trying to learn a new language. Technology: many settings to read and remember (and I'm more of a point-and-click kind of gal).
Friday, on my walk home from the bus, I took several pictures. It was too dark. They were all dark.
Yesterday afternoon, I was able to get a few images of the tree at the end of our alley.
Spokes of many wheels
Branches travel to the sky
Anchored in winter