On the first day of the New Year, I was walking with my husband through our neighbourhood, South Kensington, and we wandered into the V&A. I hadn't brought my camera - my poor sweet Canon EOS 50D died before Christmas, and I have a vintage one that I haven't quite got the hang of yet - it's like the old soul hasn't yet entered it - and I need to get batteries to get back to using my dad's old Pentax (print film).
But I did have my phone. And there was something about the light.
I'm - like you, I'm sure - a creative being. And I'm constantly finding that when I pause or put on hold one of my means of creative expression - when I go on a creative fast - something else comes along. I'm always doing something, even if it's cooking. It's gotta go somewhere.
At the moment, I am obsessed with light. And the idea that photography is all about light. Shadows and light. What you are seeing is light coming through a screen. That's all it is.
But there are moments - you turn a corner, the light hits at a certain angle - that seem to transcend this mortal coil. And that day was one of them. The people around us seemed to feel it too.
This trilogy, the first in a series.
Hope 2013 is going well for you, so far. Hope your days are filled with light.