Oh my gosh. Are we back? Yes we’re back. Cait and I are still so very much here. We both have big projects going and we can’t wait to tell you all the things about them. It’s just that things got a little busy in 2017. We started posting less frequently. And that slowed to a stand still by the holidays. But we missed our blog baby. So here we are. It’s 2018 and we’ll be posting more regularly. We’ll just be taking a day or two off during the week. And seriously – please watch this space. Because things are slowly getting revealed.
One of my favourite mantras comes from writer and blog buddy Katie. I go to her when things start to involve a lot of sighing. It’s like I forget to breathe and it all comes out in one massively dramatic exhale. But then you go and find the light, choose it and everything is okay again. And no, you haven’t died, FYI. I know you were thinking that.
Speaking of light. I started playing around with it a lot in 2017. And apparently I like me some solar flare. And by like, I mean I actively go searching for it. And where better to find it than across the west coast. I talk about light being romantic. It is and I fall in love each time I meet a new version of it. I’ve even have feelings for that stupid hot noon time near the equator light where you have to go all f/22 on. But while I travelled up California from Joshua Tree, through Oregon and Washington state, I got the full whammy of light. I fell head over heels. And it doesn’t have to come from the sun.
There’s just something magical about it. The way it peaks through leaves or over mountains. How it illuminates the scorched earth of national park fires to reveal both gloom yet growth. You get the idea that this is how fairy tales get created where darkness and lightness meet for a battle.
So I thought I’d share some of these shots today. Happy 2018.
All photographs by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission to use. Cait+Tiff are not liable for injuries incurred from staring at the sun.