Shadow

Reaching for the light.

There is a certain sense of raw desperation in this photo. The hand reaches for the light, or maybe the tiny opening in the window. In spite of it being take on a bright sunny day, it has dark overtones, reminding me that shadows cannot exist without light. I love windows, because they are unabashed and honest perspectives. They frame without judging and allow real light into otherwise dark spaces; a ray of light is always a symbol of hope.