I find this picture so hauntingly beautiful that I almost don’t want to write anything about it for fear my words would fall short. It is of a simple stone placed almost haphazardly on the steep stairs at my Aunt Sheila’s house.
To me it’s like poetry, a haiku, more evocative than representational. It is the celebration of an instant in time, in which a single element captured by the sun makes a big statement in the architectural landscape. It’s a lesson in the poignancy of the merest detail. A lecture in light. An exercise in how even the most fleeting moments of beauty can be the most powerful.