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.
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.