The beauty of natural light in photography is that it often speaks of what is not seen just as much as the subject being illuminated. What is happening that makes it fall on a subject in the full range of gradation between brightness and shadow? How and what is reflecting the light as it filters through a winter window or bare branches covered in snow?
The photographer is the composer who connects notes beyond merely subject and background but orchestrates the finer instruments that set the subject to the beauty of its true character. In that regard light is like faith. It’s spirit-filled. I lose myself to it when it brings into alignment subject, feeling and expression. Whether the subject is arranged or a landscape presented, it calls and I answer.