As the morning morphed into noon, Apollo was rapidly glowing brighter and brighter. I could see the strong rays of light darting through the guest room’s window piercing a Victorias Secret bag on top of a black TV set making it bleed in explosive red. Tenuous and affrighted grays sought refuge on the walls of the room in the background.
This contrast of colors attracted my attention, and by an act of unconscious reflex made me capture the scene before the light was gone. This is what I saw, a duel between the red and the black in the midst of a storm of light. Here we go.