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. I photographed it religiously.

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. I photographed it religiously.

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 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. I photographed it religiously.
_JRR7210.jpg
_JRR8570.jpg
_JRR7997.jpg
_JRR7936.jpg
_JRR7945.jpg
_JRR5914.jpg
_JRR8031.jpg
_JRR8419.jpg
_JRR8678.jpg

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. I photographed it religiously.

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