light...camera...action. Or a sudden bursting into flame: a sudden outbreak of violence. anger etc.

Flare-up.

There is something indescribably wondrous and beautiful about sunlight in the 'golden hour'.
That special time when the sun is setting...
The orange and banana light takes my breath away every time.
My earliest memory has me sitting on the hot bonnet of the family car... cast in sunlight while on holiday with my parents.
Clad in shorts.
My legs dangling.
Reflecting on how fantastic the whole sensation felt...
This is truly a very happy memory.

Maybe it was a defining moment because I have based my whole life and career around the pursuit of light.
And the capturing of it.
And the manipulation of it.

I love the way that light deals with the lens. (both still and motion)
I love the way that light reveals the lens with flare.
Lens flare is as important to me as my orgasm.
Refracted light represents ecstasy in it's purest form.

"To burn with a glaring, unsteady light: to glitter, flash; to blaze up..."
"The angle of refraction: the angle of a refracted ray and the normal incident ray of light to the surface."

All rules were meant to be broken and one of my first instincts whilst studying the laws of photography was to shoot into the sun... this is a big no no in traditional formal circles.
Especially when lens flare ensues.
When the medium is exposed for what it is, it transcends itself and all else around it.
It's intrinsic meaning is altered.
Light is honesty.