I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
How the visual world appears is important to me. I’m always aware of the light. I’m always aware of what I would call the ‘deep composition.’ Photography in the field is
a process of creation, of thought and technique. But ultimately, it’s an act of imaginatively seeing from within yourself.
All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge. —Don Henley
A long time ago, the raven looked down from the sky and saw that the people of the world were living in darkness. The ball of light was kept hidden by a selfish old chief. So the raven turned itself into a spruce needle and floated on the river where the chief’s daughter came for water. She drank the spruce needle. She became pregnant and gave birth to a boy which was the raven in disguise. The baby cried and cried until the chief gave him the ball of light to play with. As soon as he had the light, the raven turned back into himself and carried the light into the sky. From then on, we no longer lived in darkness.
—Diane Frolov, Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure