I'm learning more about light by photographing Blanca and observing the mountains throughout the day. The light at 7:30 a.m. erases most of her details, leaving her silhouette hovering like a one-dimensional symbol from a dream. The outline of the massif appears to have been scissored out of the pale dawn sky.
About 12 hours later, the alchemy of the setting sun will cast the peaks in gold, turn their shadows midnight blue.
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