A few years ago, I had a dream that I was a journalist and was sent to interview a woman who was a witch. She worshiped the moon. We got into a weird discussion. I told her that the moon’s light was not its own, that it was only reflecting the light from the sun. There’s plenty of symbolism and meaning that could be interpreted from this but the true lesson is my dream self is kind of a jerk.
In the past year I’ve been especially drawn to photographing subjects lit primarily by moonlight. The resulting images almost look like daytime but there is a quality to them that I don’t think would happen in any other light.
Moonburn
A few years ago, I had a dream that I was a journalist and was sent to interview a woman who was a witch. She worshiped the moon. We got into a weird discussion. I told her that the moon’s light was not its own, that it was only reflecting the light from the sun. There’s plenty of symbolism and meaning that could be interpreted from this but the true lesson is my dream self is kind of a jerk.
In the past year I’ve been especially drawn to photographing subjects lit primarily by moonlight. The resulting images almost look like daytime but there is a quality to them that I don’t think would happen in any other light.
The Rivernecks