Light

Light makes photography. Embrace light. Admire it. Love it. But above all, know light. Know it for all you are worth, and you will know the key to photography.-George Eastman 

#27

George Eastman picked a strange place to embrace light.

Covered in clouds two thirds of the year, Rochester

Provides very little sun. I sought desperately for light.

I worshiped it for every second of those scattered 165 days

That it chose to emerge over the city. I tried to know the light.

I brought it flowers, paid for its dinner, begged it

To answer my questions. I wilted for lack of light.

George Eastman would have been more successful in the desert,

Where it’s sunny for most of the year. I followed the light.

I learned about its ancestors and met its mother.

We shared meals with the whole community. I swallowed the light.

I grew into a panoramic photograph, worthy of being framed.

My hometown is jealous. I know the light.