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Taken at Friendship Chicago just south of Navy Pier. I love the glow of these old school lights against the pink of the sky and the moon peeking out.
I totally think of light in relation to birth and death. I think that awareness was one of the things which drew me to paying attention to light, starting when I was maybe four years old.
That is, the fact that light is always changing, second by second and so a little birth and death occurs simultaneously with each tick of the clock.
I remember lying in bed during nap-times, which always felt like an odd, mournful yet peaceful time…I was outside the busyness of the grownups,laying in the bed, cool sheets, watching the day slowly dying. It felt like touching the very fabric of that which underlies all existence.
I knew even then that all things were interconnected just from watching the light. It made perfect sense to me. Given that clearly, concepts of time were totally artificial and that each second no more had a real boundary around it than the glow of light did it felt like a deeply mystical act to lay and watch the light and shadows move across the floor, the wall, the window sill, the white gauze curtain. The world was just this light, right here, right now. So beautiful.
Anna and Vincent
Good friends just around the time of their first wedding anniversary. I love the gravity you can just see as they lean into each other.
And thanks for the lovely picnic.
Just Before St. Rocco, Chinatown. Old friends from the neighborhood meeting in church.
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