There is a small portion of the year when the sun begins it's southerly movement in the sky and I have moments when my living room is ablaze with pattern and light.
This house of mine, with color everywhere, and red especially, begins to GLOW. It is always a quick run for the camera, as the moments pass very quickly.
What was golden in one second moves to a clearer lemon-light then next. Not enough time to capture everything I'd like.
One of the few times a section of my hall not only gets light, but magnificent lighting that turns my little gallery into a dramatic abstract all it's own.
Oh, how can you top shadows so intense?
They have a life of their own.
And though I have photographed this before, I am always amazed at the subtle differences caused by light.
Magically appearing and then gone.
Everything becomes a canvas.
The sun paints.