Beauty is sometimes in what you see,
sometimes in what you imagine…
I have always been drawn to images with lens flare,
things that make me have to work to make sense of the image. Or, when I am lucky, only let me glimpse the barest hint of an idea or form that lets my imagination play, a splash of red through a rainsoaked windshield and I am imaging a rain coat, pale rings a hazy white chain of street lamps, or christmas lights, or fireflies…
I am more dappled sunlight than shadow, but find myself drawn to twilight, that time when the world comes close and the darkening sky brings a sense of intimacy to spaces, to light, to time.
There is magic in the in between times, dusk, dawn. They are times of possibility, times for dreams to exit or begin.
Sometimes when I am falling asleep, dreams from a different day come back to visit. Fragments usually, a tiny snippet of a scene or mood. It is almost as if as that door prepares to open once again, motes filter through the cracks, hinting at a permeability into this second life, this dream life, this life so secret it is often hidden even from the dreamer.
I stumbled across this beautiful image by Mike Cullen, used here with gratitude and with his permission. He does things with light and with the abstraction of form through deliberate blurriness that simply delight me.