Summer light shines bright.
Shapes of light slice through space stretching boundlessly across all its surfaces and planes.
Sunlight seeks out the richness of detail: texture, colour and pattern. It highlights the materiality of the interior; of furniture, floors and walls.
Light makes us suddenly see all the things that are part of our world that seem not to matter – but do.
Light makes us look anew at what is always there.
I feel very blessed to see it.
I am the only person to see it.
It happened just for me.
Summer Sun
Robert Louis Stevenson – 1850-1894
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
