Light: Sydney, Australia
They told me that the light in Australia is different somehow, sharper. I said, tosh. And then I went to Sydney last year. It was a bit like not believing in heaven and then dying, finding yourself at the pearly gates. This photo is for my uncle Farhang Ala’i, previously made of flesh and blood, but on 2nd June 2010 he became only light.
“O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendour. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?”