Brita Ness

I don't remember the first time I became aware of the light, but one instance that sticks out in my memory is the time that my mom and I were in GasWorks Park in Seattle, Washington. The sun was setting over the city and reflecting off of Lake Union. Our faces and the beautiful cityscape were lit by pinkish orange light, and my mom became instantly inspired to take photos. The way in which the light lit only one side of the buildings and one side of our faces produced interesting high-contrast photos, filled with strong, warm lights and cool darks.