I am a light seeker. I suppose all photographers are. Like moths, we gravitate toward the light…
I seek the light, the milky morning light, the long, low light of the late afternoon, the end of day pinks and oranges kind of light, the highly saturated light of a cloudy day where colours seem to burst out of themselves, the lights of the city night sky, the streak of white light as it breaks through stormy skies…
I am a light seeker. And here, in the park after a thunderstorm, I found it.
