As sunlight filters through the room, it dances across flowers, casting soft shadows—a still life in motion, captured in the quiet light.
I live in something like of Stonehenge. My bedroom faces south and east. Every morning the sunlight creeps through my window forming patterns of light on the wall behind my dresser. The objects on that dresser drift from sunlight to shadows with every passing hour.
Whether it’s the sharp yellow of direct sunlight or the soft grays of an overcast sky it’s always magical and changes with every passing hour and day.