Sometimes when I am reminiscing about my life, favorite moments of the past, the lighting is very striking. More intense than in everyday life it is an actual presence in the scene, as solid in feel as a person or an animal. It’s tangible. They are soft yellow days or the purple-gray dusk and dawn and they cast mysterious light and breathe life into every other object in the picture. They cast a timelessness that evokes another sensory stimulation; I can smell Nag Champa and white sage burning.
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July 2016
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