It's Monday, and as I made my way down here to Lake Michigan I relished the sunshine and the brightness; my pilgrimage today eliding into a field-trip. I'm scoping out the effects of light on surrounding surfaces.
The idea is that I'll bring my students out later this afternoon to observe. Light; the basic element for photography.
The storms of the weekend were cleansing. Fresh snow masks the gritty edges that had rippled the lake's surfaces, and white drifts muffle the texture of cracked ice beneath. A slip of lacy crystals hugs the wall at my feet.
The lake looks lunar today. And somehow new.
Maybe it's just the effect of Monday, and a weekend filled with the activities involved in laying a loved one to their rest. For this brief moment, you turn from it - and in the turning, glimpse.
A fleeting sensation of how to go on. Pause and breathe.
My class awaits. Students with whom I will enjoy the struggle to comprehend technology and technique.
And attempt to help them train their eyes to see something they have always seen, but to see it new. To experience with attention the crisp edge of sunlight on a concrete surface in the street; the soft grey texture of forgiving shadows.
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