Evening light

I’ve come to appreciate lighting more over time.

I’ve always been drawn to lamps—different shapes, textures, and shades—but like many homes, I relied on overhead lighting more than I do now. It’s easy, but it flattens a space.

I remember staying at a small bed and breakfast in San Miguel de Allende. In the early morning, before the sun came up, there was a single lamp on in the kitchen where breakfast was being prepared. The light was soft and quiet, and the whole space felt warm and inviting in a way that stayed with me.

Since then, I’ve paid more attention to ambient light. It changes how a space feels—softer, calmer, more at ease.

This lamp was given to me by dear friends. It’s hand-blown glass, made by an artist in Laguna Beach. They found it at a yard sale when he was moving, along with several of his other pieces.

Now it hangs in my living room. In the evening, it’s often the only light I turn on.