It's late, but for the first time in many days I am not up because I can't sleep. Or rather, I am up because I can't sleep, but I can't sleep because I'm immersed in something creative, not because I'm having a panic attack about my future. I've been trying to assemble some submissions for a particular arts publication, so I've been editing up some poems and trying to select and title some photos. It's fun work. I've noticed something as I've been doing this though: the quality of light in my photos has changed since I've moved. Partly this is just normal seasonal shifts, but I think it also has to do with place. The light is different here in some fundamental way. I like it a lot.
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