Lighting Observation #1

Thursday, February 6th at 3:37pm–bedroom in my shared house off campus.
The light is primarily entering through the window to my right; the farther window casing barely lines up to the foot of the bed. The room is absent of artificial light that would be provided by my lamp. It is cloudy outside, having just exited a period of snow and rain, leaving a bleak, gray-blue to cover a warm glow from the sun. The existing light is poor for visibility, making it difficult to discern objects that aren’t lying directly in the path of the window.
A young man sits in the absent light provided by weary weather. Its tune is dreary, which reflects in the man’s posture; back curved like a wave that will inevitably crush unto itself. His head bows in accordance. The man’s shape is just barely illuminated by the sky’s gray-blue cast, which aims to sink his surroundings in a similar recession. As he lifts his head to meet the comfortless reality that exists beyond the window, the sky takes no time to mold itself onto sallow skin– transforming the blue-green veins to a lustrous opalite hue.

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