Friday, May 26, 2006

ribbons of light

sometimes the light that comes in through a window makes the room look like there is a poignant moment in progress, even when there is not.

It was 7 o'clock in the evening in the spring, on the east coast and we were in a former warehouse with large, old, clear windows. It was dark inside, we were surrounded by old wood and metal objects and surfaces that created quite a textural bonanza. You got the feeling that the walls had something to say, like the place had had several lives.

This was the first space we looked at to potentially hold our wedding. I must say we were charmed. I felt most like we were inside the pages of a richly detailed, deep and moving novel, the light made it so.

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