Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Provencal Light

Ah, the infamous light of Provence, for which countless artists traveled to paint.  I was expecting a soft, golden glow. 
No, this light is neither soft, nor golden.  It is harsh.  Unrelenting.

It's not this light that is special; it's what this light does to the objects on which it falls.

To me, this just looks like Michigan in August . . .

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