Through the light of memory.
This is a leftover shot from Christmas. It’s a simple shot of the very utilitarian lighting in the basement of my in-laws unfinished basement. Its simplicity belies, however, its ability to tap into my memory. Every single family gathering I attended as a child was lit in a similar way. Family gatherings were relegated, by necessity, to the unfinished basements of both sides of my family. We were too many people, or gathering in too small houses to fit into formal dining rooms. This kind of light fixture has become a fixture in my mind that automatically denotes “family”.