Certain late afternoons, the sun illuminates the everyday in a magical way, casting a golden spell on whatever it touches. The object, the moment, the world is made poignant, precious because the light is fleeting and so achingly lovely, I hardly want to blink.
I’m struck by the fact that this picture – while featuring a lovely vintage lamp – is not really about light. It’s the darkness that compels; the light is merely the instrument, the brush that paints a world of shadows.
Out of the shadows, I spied a shimmering faceted jewel. Glowing amber house of mirrors dangling from a golden thread. Beguiled, I gazed intently at the dancing lights, lost in the pure aesthetic moment of an opulent little daydream.
For you non-photo geeks out there, bokeh can really describe any part of a photograph that is pleasingly out-of-focus. But, more specifically, it’s a Japanese word that refers to the way the lens renders out-of-focus points of light.
So, last night, at the end of a rather long day, I threw myself a little bokeh party and rediscovered the joy of playing with my camera and all the pretty lights. It was easy, and fun, and just what I needed.
53/365: bokeh part no. 1 (there are lots more, believe me)
This is my favorite kind of image – something mundane turned mesmerizing through the lens and the mind’s eye. It has all kinds of beautiful suggestion and also works on a totally abstract level. I keep thinking that it looks like amber in a re-animated, liquid form. And I imagine all those imprioned insects stretching and wriggling their legs after so many petrified eons…
sunshine on the water (looks so lovely, sunshine almost always gets me high)
Our family begins celebrating Christmas Eve morning. As soon as the kids crawl out of bed, we’ll light the fire, start the coffee and take down the stockings. The excitement is palpable. And precious. These are the times of our lives.