Even though I'm back home, even though it's been three days since I saw the Edward Hopper exhibit in Washington, DC, I can't stop seeing everything in light and shadow. Even Ibrahim's Lebanese stuffed turtle and my Oaxacan wooden porcupine reminded me of Hopper, especially when the afternoon sun touched them with its glistening fingers. Somehow I hope that Edward Hopper never leaves me. May his sensitivity to light inform my eyes from now on.