I've heard the best time to take a photo outside is around 10am and 2pm. I think the angle of the sun has something to do with it. Perhaps? I don't know, since I've never studied light theory (is there such a thing?).
For me, I love the light at the break of day, dawn, early morning, when the light is soft and playful, lightly drawing its fingers down the skin of an arm, the side of a building, glowing off painted metal. I love the light as the end of day, sunset, dusk, when the light envelopes the city in its glow, caressing and infiltrating. Maybe I like these two times best not only for the light but also the unlight, the shadows that are cast across a face or a pavement. The ethereal quality it brings to the subject. huh
I think I associate artificial light with New York night and the grit that is inherent to its character. There is something very sobering about it and something very alluring. It feels as though I'm participating is something a little bit naughty.
And although I know these lights conjure up sensory feelings, sometimes I feel as though they should also be tactile. Not just the warmth of the light, but really touching what I'm feeling. Alas
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