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.
