We’ve lived in this house for ten years. I’ve been avidly (or should I say obsessively) walking around with a camera for six of those years. You would think that I would know the light in every nook and cranny in every season and yet I still find surprises. Like this from the other evening — wonderful slanty light peeking through the carport and falling beautifully across the spare fridge in the laundry room. That’s the kind of thing that gets me. Every time.
Approaching Solstice
