A veil of smoke in my house, again due to cooking the flat bread at thanksgiving. The smell of that smoke is quite distinct, and one that brings back a lot of memories. My great grandmother would always host the holiday events, and the smell of the flatbread was always incredible. Anyways, here I captured a moment where the sun was coming through the windows and graced the sunroom. The room is full of sunlight and shadows, and the smoke provides a viel to which we view things.