Sometimes the beauty -- and magic -- of a photo goes completely unnoticed...until I slow down and spend a little time editing it.
I love being surprised by my own work. I could have sworn she was looking out a window, but then I remembered there wasn't a window there, just a mirror between us.
The light was coming from somewhere else.
This is the kind of photo that humbles me. I don't remember trying to capture the light that way, it was an accident. Eliminates my ability to take any credit.
And isn't that the beauty of capturing light?
The light was never mine to own in the first place. Not even the ability to find it.