Western Light has its own quality, hard to define in words, perhaps easier to capture. It dances upon the surface of the Atlantic Ocean, glimmering and ever-moving, bouncing between waves, playful and poetic. The surface of the sea is the boundary between water and air, easily crossed by light, a direct connection between the Earth and the sun. But the sea extorts a price from light for this trespass and changes its nature from reliable illumination to mischievous catalyst, altering our perception of the watery world.
