That wintry light

"These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives;" - from 'I See the Boys of Summer' by Dylan Thomas

Towards the light

Patterns are distractions.

Lux intensia

Abstract utilising some kind of devilish concoction of linking whose exact provenance now eludes.

Afternoon in the financial district

"As we stared up at the smoked glass and steel towers, these monuments to abstraction, these thrusting symbols of Man's folly and greed, the afternoon sun broke afresh upon the facade that reflected only other facades, and the spectrally shifted rays danced with the granular air to a tune unintended, washing human austerity with a temporary palette of natural grandeur."

September

Celebrating the early autumn light following a smattering of golden days.

The searing sound of light

Picturing synaesthesia.