Even though I mostly shoot at Dusk, I tend to see my final photographs as rising light.
Probably something that reflects my state of mind when I take pictures,
the melancholy of something ending pushed away by the joy of renewal.
I find obsessive the way darkness takes over light. Or does it?
To me, there’s no such thing as pitch black, even in penumbra we are surrounded by residual light.
This light appears to me like guidance and hope, it reminds me that things are never so dark.