Back to my trip to California this past April/May. Most of my time riding the cruiser was during earlier hours when coffee was just as important of a quest as snaps. But this day I went out twice and this time, all that I cared about was the light. Magic hour light. Shadow stretching, blue deepening, golden, delicious, light.

But of course light is nothing much until it finds something to strike.

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Orange Light, Venice, Ca. 2007