Paula’s Thursday’s special challenge this week is glow. I could not think of one image that might represent that diffusion of light, that radiance, that luminosity, that incandescence. I know photography is about light but most of my photos lack light in their soul: it impinges, but it doesn’t pour forth. So I decided to sit back and enjoy the embodiment of glow in other people’s photos – Paula’s sun, Tish’s tulip, Jo’s bedroom at Zawady, Irene’s “red and yellow, blue and green”, Le Drake Noir’s purple, Debbie’s Speloncato, Pauline’s Brisbane, Gilly’s fountain.
Then I got idle and maybe a little bit homesick, so I went back to an old blog, my first as morselsandscraps, for a ramble around my Australian self. And guess what? I found two glowing treasures – one was a jellyfish aglow on Potato Point beach.
The other one was a glow of a different kind, a glow of satisfaction at the linking of generations, the presence of my father in the lives of my grandchildren. Last week they asked to see photos of my daddy who was a fireman and therefore intrinsically fascinating to them. I had no photos with me, or so I thought, until, on my old blog, I stumbled across the very image I’d described to them: my father sitting in a fire engine wearing his golden brass helmet, with the fire station cat beside him.