In the Praise of Shadow, Hiroshi Sugimoto- I decided to record "the life of a candle." Late one midsummer night, I threw open the windows, and invited in the night breeze. Lighting a candle, I also stopped open my camera lens. After several hours of wavering in the breeze, the candle burned out... The candle's life varied on any given night―short intensely burning nights, long constantly glowing nights―each different, yet equally lovely in its afterglow.