As I sliced into this week’s cantaloupe, I was taken by the way the light fell across the pulpy innards. Something about the way the setting sun filtered through the window onto my table caught my eye. It was an icy light — the blue light of spring evenings.
I grabbed my camera at that moment, snapping a few shots to digitally alter later.
When busy life meets a creative career, moments of pure visual appreciation often feel scarce. This week, I’ve been trying to take the time to see things that I don’t often take the time to capture or curate.
