Light.

I cling to this autumn afternoon light glowing through my windows, spilling across the floor, and try to catch and capture it with my camera. It is the best I can do, but it is an exercise in holding a spirit, Tinkerbell, something utterly insubstantial. And yet, sunshine is the one thing that makes the world substantial, offering the shadows of depth, the shimmer of reflection and the vibrancy of color. I love this afternoon exhibit, that drench of sunshine's golden syrup as it settles into dusk and downs to dark because that light holds the promise of another brilliant day to follow, another chance for joy, another angle of hope.