She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

13 thoughts on “Prism”

  1. Violet, I love prism splotches and I’m always wanting to photograph them at home – and it can actually be hard to get into the rainbow pool of light so the photo works! You did it excellently here, this image is lovely.

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