I’m beginning to see that infrared photography works best in the low light, out of the sun. It picks up the subtle power of light, but can also be overwhelmed by too much of it. This morning, when we opened the pasture gates, Chloe paused to greet Maria, and the two said good morning. The photograph captured the softness of the scene, it was cloudy, there was no bright sun. I’m going to explore this idea of low light.