Photography, in my view, is all about light. Therefore my blog post stories often deal with the efforts to capture the scenery exactly at the fleeting moment when the light imbues the shapes and colours of the world with the rare, surreal quality that keeps photographers on the move forever (see this and this blog post). Today’s story however is about how we missed that singular moment by a hair’s breadth.
After our visit to the intimate Capilla Real (with the splendid tombs of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella), we went to the Cathedral of Granada. It was an unspanishly cloudy day. The sun was moody and refused to show itself for more than a few minutes at a time. Inside the Cathedral it played the same fitful game of hide and seek on the pristine white vault, the majestic Corinthian columns and the checkered floor. Allright, the vast space with its upward flight of lines vanishing in the gloomy ceiling was quite impressive. But we felt that something was missing. Then, all of a sudden, a bright beam of sunlight flooded in from a high window and threw a celestial radiance on one of the massive columns as well as on the checkered floor beside it. My God! This ethereal chiaroscuro begged for fixation. I grasped my camera. But by the time I had pulled it out, a cloud crossed the sun and we brusquely found ourselves back in Kansas. We waited for over fifteen minutes hoping for the sun to return and bring back the magic but when it finally reappeared, the light had lost its crispness and had shifted away from the column. Sorry, folks! Please consider the photos I publish today as a footboard to the lost paradise of that day…
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