Late one afternoon…some months ago, now, the light of the setting sun filtered through a piece of stained glass hanging in my living room window. The fragment of light landed on the wall, just as you see it in the first image, above.
Incredible, I thought, grabbing my camera. It so peaked my imagination. A heart, perhaps, fleeting across a sky…to leap through a window of light to another world? OR, maybe, this tender heart was tossed through the window (reading it left to right) – a message sent! Or, then again, perhaps, like a baby bird, nudged out of the nest, this heart was set free to fly unbounded on its own.
It’s all imagination. Light sparking possibilities.
Others would see something very different, I’m sure. Each of us drawn to the image, or not. Seeing something beautiful and imaginative, or not. It’s true. Each of us are drawn to different things. And, if photographing the same thing, we each would see with a different eye, through our own unique context, producing something completely individual.
As the sun was setting that winter afternoon, the reflections on the wall were fleeting. Moving and shifting as quickly as the sun moved down behind the houses on the street, towards the horizon.
The second shot was taken only moments after the first. The window frame of light had drifted away, leaving only the solitary shape on the wall, hallowed (crowned?) by a different colour and held within its own splash of light.
And, so it was. Seconds passed as I photographed this beam of light traversing my living room wall. My very own private sunset! So amazing, at least, I thought so!
And, then, months went by. And, months. I hadn’t looked at these shots in over a year. And, just recently, for some reason, they came back to my attention, tossed into the foreground. And, the images, again, captured my imagination.
Enter, the third shot in the trilogy. A fleeting heart – in a sea of green? Or, a sliver of sun? A beam of light? I’m not sure what you see. Me, I saw the heart…in flight.
Truth be told, I have several other in this series. Blue (I just had to share it here), purple and red. Some muted. Some bold. It grabbed me, this piece of light. This fragment. Caught on my wall. No one else to see it. And, for some reason, I just had to capture it, replay it, re-create it in many forms. A fleeting moment, captured. A gift of light.