All week I kept looking for BIG light. The kind of light photographers drool over. Perfect golden hour, or a bright sun burst, or the beautiful colours that sunrise and sunset brings.
But perfect light doesn’t happen on cue, so of course when I desperately wanted it, it didn’t materialize.
But as I was getting supper ready, I turned on the radio and blasted it. I looked up…and there was Callum, dancing on the coffee table in the last remaining light of the day.
Life isn’t about the big, epic moments…or the big light. Sometimes it’s just about the little moments where you stop and just feel the music.