Grit on my skin. Flowing,
softer with the light and
cut
down the middle. There's more
to the width of a line / bisected
the fullness of an atom not merely divided.
I am burst into light. Evading and evaporating.
Shadows contour the ground,
Harsh edges form and beg to burst as well,
to bathe every surface in that vastness of spirit.
but,
it requires
compression.
The distinction between forces
and the energy to move between them.
The will is.
Like a shadow, the evidence.
Catching, in a gasp,
as the pendulum of self slides through that razor-thin line.
The quality of film is just so charming. It really melds the photo together with neither the lights or the blacks blowing out but retain a feeling of measured contrast. Or, you just got it right on in camera :P.
I think the composition really works here with the grey tones of the street leading to the store and bright lights only to cut into black sky. The two spot lights and the A shaped light in the center does look like a face to me, like the center portion could open up as a mouth and tall all stop motion style - but that’s just me 🤓