I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In Boston, I developed my eye from the drawing. In Paris, I was fascinated by what my eye saw in the way that Paris is built, its 'measure.'
In 1860 a total eclipse of the sun was visible in British America.
On the night of the 1st of September we observed for the first time signs of the natives being in the neighbourhood. Fires were seen on the low land near Cape Frederick Henry, and at daylight we saw the natives with our glasses.
I've always liked street lights, and I've always photographed them. I probably have a collection of two to three thousand photographs of them, just around the city, mainly at night.
I can always see light in any situation. It's just the way I'm made.
I have seen vast, perhaps unbelievable, changes during the journey that has brought me from the flicker of a lamp in a small Bengal village to the chandeliers of Delhi.
I grew up in the suburbs, so I remember arriving at Waterloo and seeing Big Ben and the coloured lights on top of the Southbank Centre and thinking, 'Wow!'
As I lived up to the highest light I had, higher and higher light came to me.
The light in Alaska in particular is so beautiful. So beautiful! Such incredible light.
Certainly, in Italy, nobody takes light for granted.
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