|A Luminous Light|
Light is the language
of the landscape.
Some days the light fairly sings, like this morning under the crab apple tree. It was like this, soft and luminous, for just a few minutes. Just long enough for me to record this scripture of light.
Snow usually gives a sharp white light with stark blue/violet shadows. It is not easy to photograph. But this day, there was a warm glow to the snow and there was no glaring contrast. It seemed to emit light rather than reflect it. I know that may sound strange but it was the sensation I got as I look out the window at it.
At moments such as this, I understand why light has always been associated with the spiritual. Through time and across cultures, light is the supreme scriptural metaphor. This day I finally "got" James Turrell's statement about the consciousness of light. You can re-read the original post here.
After I made this photograph, I just sat and gazed at the scene, afraid to blink for fear it would disappear in that instant. It did slowly fade away after about five minutes and I was left with such a feeling of profound thankfulness that my camera and I were there to bear witness to the sight.
I felt that after weeks of in-dwelling this Winter; of embracing both stability and the wonderful Taoist practice of Wu Wei, photographing only what comes to me, I was given an amazing gift in this image. No, more than the image it was the experience...the photograph is but a translation of the experience and never equal to it. This will be my Icon of the Experience for the Winter of 2013/2014. The image that says it all for me.
Another post on James Turrell's amazing installation at the Guggenheim last year may also provide some further illumination on light....