Gallery of photographic images captured by my husband. Exquisite light in the dark of night….
More of his unique perspective at the link above.
Gallery of photographic images captured by my husband. Exquisite light in the dark of night….
More of his unique perspective at the link above.
“Night and day” is an expression of vast differences, a term used to punctuate opposites and vocalize obvious chasms of separation. Every so often I use the term to illustrate radical improvement or to qualify observations of change. It never occurred to me night and day inhabited a realm between robotic utterance and practical reference to light in the sky.
After work this afternoon, night and day revealed another dimension. Not so much another dimension as a shared reality emanating from a handful of my husband’s photographs .Opposite as night and day may be, both are exquisite, textured and revealing. Ponder night and day with fresh eyes –
https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/with/42259365585/
Ponder vignettes of Vancouver night, a gallery of recent images captured by my husband –
Enlarge, see more at –
https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/with/41777473332/
Vancouver houses at night, photographed by my husband –
Gallery of Vancouver night captured by my husband over the past few weeks –
Dark of night transforms deserted streets into vibrant canvases. All images in this gallery, taken by my husband over the past few weeks in Vancouver B.C.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/with/29919883700/
Vancouver murals, photographed this evening by my husband.
Last week my husband purchased a new camera. Sony S7 means squat in my point and click Android phone world, but one look at “new camera” images screamed holy crap. New camera creates sublime poetry out of the ordinary. Before new camera his frustration was puzzling – now I’m beginning to see what he’s trying to say.
My husband took this photograph last night, I can’t stop looking at it –
Mottled distortion,unapologetic eruptions of garish yellow cradled in arms of ethereal blue light. Stark, unnatural, misplaced – such is, the bruised night.