I love light
It is probably my latest love 
- I don’t fall in so much -
It makes me stop situations just to acknowledge it
Not studio light. Natural light
The soft side light that comes in from a window far enough so it gives you different densities of shades - and a dark background - as it lies on your face while you are seated on your couch
Or the 12 o’clock, dark eyes, sharp shades. Saturated colors 
 
Light has all colors in it 
 
I have a friend who sends me pictures of light from when she wakes up. Of soft early morning light or strangely beautiful shaped reflections from around her house. 
I send back mine 
 
It started in this house
 
I chose to live here because of the light. I couldn’t let it go when I saw the skylights and the white walls. As a bonus, I had the pleasure of seeing the sun changing places every day as it rose from my bedroom window. And the sunset reflected in a skyscraper dyed my bedroom orange - when the London Weather let it (and still does)
 
I called my own private paradise, swinging the swing at night under the full moonlight
 
Here is also where my darkroom used to be, and my friends' studios and workshops. It was hard to see this place getting empty. All life and friends leaving
 
But beauty was just around the corner. Beyond these walls. 
 
And it took over. 
 
Filled the void
 
Light