I wait for the last light of the day to fall through the window. Everything we own casts its longest shadow. We fill the dark with what light we can find in people. Its winter now, but it wasn't when Gothlet came to shoot. In the summer things were easier the end of the day stretched on long enough that I had time to rearrange the room, play with the lamps to balance the dark.
A few months difference makes a couple hours difference, and now it feels like just when I get going the light has already faded. I'm still learning to shoot in this new place. Still figuring out what direction I should go with portraits in Seattle. Its can be both fun and stressful to watch the path form. Creating a series is like solving a long puzzle with no real answer. I have the time though, and that I think is most important.