The morning light was very familiar on my drive to work today. It took me a moment, but I realized I was being reminded of events from 8 years ago. At that time, I was beginning to make depression a part of my personality. On “sick days”, when I was really just exhausted and sick of life, I would take walks in the neighborhood. It was this time of year that I took quite a few days off from school, and I would take my camera up to the park by my old elementary school. I took pictures of the low sunlight, sunsets, myself, and the snow.
Something about the light this morning just struck me as beautiful. Everything seemed highlighted in the most flattering way. I smiled at everything on my way to work. I’ve found that kind of light terribly difficult to capture in images, and it’s still my hope to do so, someday.