Punching In at the Edge of Light
Sometimes the best light shows up when you’re just trying to get to work on time. This photo was taken at the very edge of a wooded tract—nature’s proscenium arch—just as the sun began to fan out through the trees like a punctual stagehand sweeping open the curtain. The scene was entirely unplanned, an ethereal surprise waiting at the border between everyday obligation and unexpected wonder. I was en route to my full-time job… but for a few stolen minutes, I got to clock in with the universe.
Shot handheld (because who has time for a tripod when the sun is bursting through trees like a celestial spotlight?), this moment was as fleeting as it was magical. Blink, and the rays might have slipped away. Good thing I didn’t.
Sometimes the best light shows up when you’re just trying to get to work on time. This photo was taken at the very edge of a wooded tract—nature’s proscenium arch—just as the sun began to fan out through the trees like a punctual stagehand sweeping open the curtain. The scene was entirely unplanned, an ethereal surprise waiting at the border between everyday obligation and unexpected wonder. I was en route to my full-time job… but for a few stolen minutes, I got to clock in with the universe.
Shot handheld (because who has time for a tripod when the sun is bursting through trees like a celestial spotlight?), this moment was as fleeting as it was magical. Blink, and the rays might have slipped away. Good thing I didn’t.
Sometimes the best light shows up when you’re just trying to get to work on time. This photo was taken at the very edge of a wooded tract—nature’s proscenium arch—just as the sun began to fan out through the trees like a punctual stagehand sweeping open the curtain. The scene was entirely unplanned, an ethereal surprise waiting at the border between everyday obligation and unexpected wonder. I was en route to my full-time job… but for a few stolen minutes, I got to clock in with the universe.
Shot handheld (because who has time for a tripod when the sun is bursting through trees like a celestial spotlight?), this moment was as fleeting as it was magical. Blink, and the rays might have slipped away. Good thing I didn’t.