His figure was black against the light from the room behind.
She could only see him because he stood against the light.
She could not see his face clearly against the light.
He closed his eyes against the light from the window.
I couldn't really see as it was opened against the light and he didn't look.
She closed her eyes against the light a moment, then opened them.
Because working against the light he was a target for sure.
I held the negative up and looked at it against the light.
I closed my eyes, not that it did any good against the light, to help myself focus.
How many times had I, in the course of our time together, turned to look at her profile against the light?
