I know this may be kind of a strange thing to blog about, but as our long dark wintry days slowly unfold into the newness of spring, I am reminded once again of how light plays a role in my life.
My father is photographer, my mom a painter. Both have an eye for design and colour. I suppose this is where my love for light comes from.
While growing up we would take drives through the country often. We would be mid conversation as a family when my dad would suddenly pull the car over to the side of the road, grab his camera and exclaim in great delight how wonderful the light was. After capturing a few images I remember him just standing outside of the car, breathing deep, and simply taking in the beauty of creation aroud him. I so love this about him.
My mom has always been creative. As a child I remember going to school in the morning and returning home to find a newly painted or wallpapered room. Furniture was often moved from room to room to create new spaces and keep life interesting. My mom, like my dad and I, has also always been a lover of light. She will often comment on how the light is filtering through the trees and notice how the light is casting shadows on such a leaf to create such a wonderful depth. She has always inspired me to pursue activities that push my creatively.
One of my favourite things to photograph is capturing children playing in the light. Understanding how light works, bounces, flatters, and changes is all part of the challenge in creating playful or dramatic images.
So as the sun hangs on for a few extra minutes each night, I'm holding onto the hope of a beautiful spring and looking forward to playing more with the gift of light.
