My mother owns here own business and is my absolute hero. She scarifies so much for her family and has built her career out of love and pure dedication. This weekend I was helping her around her office, which is an old historical house in my hometown. and as I was walking around I spotted these light pools on the floor coming in from this antique door. The pools were these round shapes that all seemed different but what they shared this rainbow coloring. I never noticed (or appreciated rather) that this door that could appear so mundane possessed the power to make something so beautiful.
The door was full of glass that acted like a prism. I became slightly obsessed with this light. It was a clear example of the visible color spectrum that we saw and discussed I class but more than that it was so comforting that this extraordinary display of light is the world my extraordinary mother lives in.
Really nice post and analysis of the prism - knowing more about what is technically happening should not diminish its emotional impact :)
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