Some light does not make it all the way through the atmosphere, but scatters is an essayistic story about sunlight, photographs’ relationship to the reality and the gesture of photography. I am interested about the photographic expression that the light defines – in other words – what is the “language” of the light itself, and how the light can get painterly properties in a picture? The title of the exhibition is a quote of Rebeca Solnit’s novel A Field Guide to Getting Lost. Solnit refers to the physical phenomena that happens when sunlight enters the atmosphere: the short wavelengths, green, blue and violet, scatter more than longer wavelengths and therefore the sky is blue. Color blue is often considered as the color of distance and longing – the further things are in the horizon, the bluer they seem.