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I’ve been hunting for a title for this post for a while. Finally, in the darkness of Narooma Kinema, watching Loving Vincent, I was given “light-catching” – a quote from Van Gogh, master of light, although his painting was far more textured than my photos.

So many different lights.

Early morning light just before sunrise, a kind of apricot glow.

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Light on a cloudy morning with the fingers of god combing the clouds.

Light through the mist on an early bush morning.

Light on a grey day over the sea.

Evening light, drawn down into a lagoon.