The day is defined by its light, generating a myriad of moods in its intensity or lack thereof. The light that warms our skin, just five minutes before it splays and refracts into the rigidity of our atmosphere, was created in the intensity of fission and its raucous ferocity. Something born of such violence casting shadow and light on our moments, our lives, capable of creating clarity and confusion simultaneously is nothing less than an ongoing phenomenon.
So I straddle my bike and blast my way to an impact zone in hope of documenting something more impossible and intriguing than magic, as it strikes a location, bustling with serenity and takes control of its mood like a hypnotist in a hurry.
In Contrast, in another time in another location and from a variable source, the light did this to my attempt to capture and contain its invasive nature. Linking these micro seconds locked away is the proximity to an ocean and…. Nothing more.
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