Physics has never been and never will be my strong point. That’s to say if I have a “strong point”. I would not describe myself as the most technically minded in terms of anything including photography. My way of thinking and indeed life is fuelled by the perhaps shallower path of heart and mind rather than knowledge or intellect. I don’t attest to be particularity clever, and as I continue to traverse the field of photography I often become unstuck or obstructed. Let it not be said that a mere mortal like me cannot learn new tricks, but some things I find quite difficult to fathom. I have become quite obsessed by light. I often wake with my entourage to the day being how the morning sunshine shapes through my windows, aloofs through my curtains or opposes my widening eyes. But, how does all this come together? How do we come to enjoy such “electromagnetic radiations?”. Well, I hasten to add please do not look to me for a discernible answer, I can only add my bewilderment at how, where, what and why. It encourages me to ask questions, realise I don’t know the answer and challenge myself to find out, if at a considerable loss. If this is anything more than incidental I would argue that I am one of many. Perhaps I am best described as a beam of light rather than a wavelength. I will always be in eternal respect of such knowledge and it does make me question quite deeply my limits and boundaries within not only photography, but my very being. Then, without hesitation, I hear my mind mutter, but isn’t that the point?.