In yesterday’s class we explored lighting and contrasts. However, the concept of highlights and shadows which play off each other is not just true to photography but also to life in general.
Every dark moment shows you a brighter side and every bright instance blinds you to the darkness.
It’s funny how the two go along all the time, taking the lead in turns.
So when our teacher asked a very simple question on lighting, ‘what is the source that lights you up the best’, my mind immediately went to find the things that light me up.
The people around me. While some I admit are the opposite of light givers and in fact suck away every spot of brightness from my life, thankfully they don’t make up the majority. Most of the people I know and spend time with are the source of brightness and energy in my life.
My husband for instance, who never stops me from reaching for my dreams (in fact puts a ladder beneath my feet to help me reach them). My parents who keep inspiring me to try harder and explore my potential. My in-laws who trust my instincts. My sister who helps me challenge status quo and not be satisfied with ordinary. And amazing friends who keep cheering me on along the way (also totally giving it to me when I screw up).
My career. Which while is still at a very fledgling space, has become exponentially rewarding over the last 2 months. My work has become lesser in quantity but so much more tangible, the pay has shrunk (and how!) but the value of that remuneration is higher than any other perk, the hours have changed from 9-5 to 24X7, but I choose what to do with those hours. And the rush of doing something unknown… Its where the light is.
The champion of light in my life, however, at this point is predictably one tiny individual.
Now I know the radical feminists might kill me for this, But I have to admit, that the most stellar object around me is my baby. Leads the list by far and beyond. Now I’ve never been the one to drool or make high pitching cooing sounds as soon as I came across an infant, but ever since I’ve had one, I’ve stopped judging those ridiculous mommy cliches. It’s ridiculous and you don’t believe it till it happens to you. Becoming a mom, has made me a reflector, and I keep reflecting his glow. And that shows across every time Little S does even something remotely ordinary.
Every smile, reaction, tooth or milestone is a signal to glow. Of course, lets be real. With the long days and longer nights, picking up after the trail of torn newspapers and changing a diaper on an older baby (which is like catching a high spirited chicken), all that glowing does lead to many a fused bulbs.
Will keep replacing the bulbs. This thing is addictive.
P.S: Got an interesting assignment in class yesterday and spent today planning the shoot for tomorrow. Will keep you posted. Cheers!