I'm not a creator but a witness.
At sunset the light becomes orange because it must pass thru the atmosphere, landing on someone’s face it gives a warm glow, coming from the side will highlight wrinkles. The amount of wrinkles are a combination of genetics and wear. The angle of the sun, quality of light, amount of haze and degree of wrinkle is created by providence, my role is to recognize it and (as H.C. Bresson would say) move myself to provide suitable geometry. To believe I’m creating anything is vanity, the composition is there and thru grace will be discovered and rendered truthfully.