During the light devoid doldrum of the D.C. winter months, this native Texan developed a serious desperation for light. The National Geographic Magazine is a 4th floor alley facing office with nary a direct Vitamin D source. Miraculously in late January, the sun aligned precisely twice per day to reflect–via a few window bounces–that particle/wave mystery we call light, cutting the corporate murkiness.
Instinctually, like a flower bending toward an open window, I began to photograph every magical streak of light in the department. Whether a desk, a paper coffee cup, tables, or someone’s cubicle, I photographed it religiously. This collection are the select images from this February’s photo project “office light”.