Photography is all about light. Sometimes it models, sometimes it hides; it can flatten the scene or warp it into the third dimension. Light can be the image, when it is reflected off a surface. Perhaps a matt surface of an old painting. It makes an angel dance in the stillness of fresh evening tulips, ensconced in a vase. Painted by the same light.

There are shadows of course… but who cares. It’s the 14th of February.

Almost.