I’ve always been fond of light and fascinated by the “tricks” our eyes can play on us. I guess it was inevitable that I would take a lot of photographs of sunsets, reflections, light coming through blinds, and shadows thrown on any surface. As a kid, I used to stand in our bathroom on our “step stool” in front of the mirror and flip the light switch on and off. I loved watching my pupils dilate and constrict, even though I probably didn’t even know those words and definitely didn’t understand the cause of such reflexes. I could identify the pattern of dilating and constricting, however, that it had to do with presence or absence of light. Around the same age, I used to sit on the bed in my parents’ bedroom, which got the intense morning light, and stare at the three large windows (the ones with multiple panes like this, but with even more separate panes). Then I would look somewhere else, blink my eyes repeatedly, and see the image of the windows with that corona-like glow. I still do that actually.

Since we moved into this Prospect Heights apartment, I have found a new source of fixation: the way the sunlight comes through the blinds and hits the green and/or striped wall, floor, or plants. Since my geranium is blooming in the middle of winter, with 11 flowers, and another head of buds right behind it, I’ve been taking a lot of photos of it in stages. I have an antique (?) frame on the green wall that is sliced by 45 degree angles of light. Here are some of my favorites:

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Tips, tricks, suggestions? Get some Venetian blinds and put them on the windows that get the most light. (ha) Paint your walls a crazy color or in stripes. The light from the above pictures is from the 10am-4pm sunlight; it comes up on the other side of our apartment. Our plants are doing really well, and I’m itching for spring to come so that I can plant something in the windowboxes. I miss having the back deck to grow vegetables on, but this year I might try planting some in the front stoop area, and hope that passerbys don’t steal the tomatoes or beans if they grow. Herbs are a safer bet, since they look like leaves or weeds, but I impressed myself and others by being able to grow tomatoes, peppers, and eggplant in New York City. Go Brooklyn.