I’m a lover of sunlight. The way it illuminates the details. The way it heals a broken spirit. The way it arcs across the earth, into fields, into houses, into windows, into hearts.
I never tire of observing it. Maybe that’s why I’m a writer and photo-taker. I’m on a neverending quest to capture the light.
I wrote about light in a post awhile back . I described my love for it then:
“It’s the way a chink comes through the curtains, hinting the glow of dawn. It’s the way it filters melodically through stained glass windows, dancing on my skin. It’s the way it skims on water like steamy breaths, skipping into infinity.”
Two weeks ago we took a little trip to the country. We visited my in-laws’ dairy farm. There were two things I loved about our weekend.
1. Seeing my kids have a ball. Seriously, this is the kind of joy that bursts my heart.
2. The sunlight. The sun shone down on us with radiance. Everywhere.
The sunlight was so nourishing. So awakening. So sharp.
Have you noticed my blog title? I’m trying to record the bright and the precious. The things that are meaningful. The things that light brings into focus.
My ability to use words feels feeble right now. I’m not feeling very well. So I am calling upon my photo-taking ability to tell the rest of the story. Behold, a weekend of radiant sunlight.