As far North as the sun is, as low as it hangs in the sky these days, we don’t see much of it in our house under the trees. But on those rare days of sun, the light is glorious — golden, soft, at once full and delicate.
When i saw what was pouring through the sheers in my office, i knew i wanted to play a bit more with the new 50mm. The moment was fleeting, the light disappearing as i shot, but the girl was game.
Could she be more beautiful? Those eyes? Wow.