The Place Is Here, The Time Is Now

When art will not wait

It was early morning in summer, when the sunlight is soft and buttery and the birdsong is as fresh as the dewy air. I’d slipped out the front door in my nightie to feed the kitties. When I opened the shed door, I saw how the shaft of light fell across the stoop, and I knew I had to pause for a picture. I scrambled quickly, knowing the sun wouldn’t wait. I set the camera atop the tripod, clicked the settings into place, and ran across the grass to sit in the doorway. There was no time for hair or makeup or wardrobe. If this was going to be captured, it would be raw and real and right now.