glancing light

This was reflective and thus detectable by viewing against glancing light.

Mute, close, irresponsive to any glancing light, his dress is like himself.

Not depositing crystals on paper, i.e. not easily seen in glancing light.

The background is a blue-gray wall with posters, plaster and paint peeling off, catching the glancing light.

Sunlight poured untrammeled through the shattered stern window and sketched the man there in glancing light.

The colors of the brush, the stunted trees, even the glancing lights the sun struck from exposed rock formations formed a delightful visual display.

Glancing lights in Chedzoy, Westonzoyland, and the other hamlets to left and right, showed how fast the alarm was extending.

In the brief, glancing light, Maureen saw more remains, bones fallen to the rocky floor and shattered, bony cadavers and bodiless skulls.

Stones had been polished by the casual touch of hands; interior timbers were dark and waxy; the old brown tiles showed a subtle luster to glancing light.

The outline of a single ocean, shaped like a blunt horse's head and low lit by the glancing light of the triple suns, matched the shape shown in the data bank.

To the east beyond the range, the bright Moon climbed up the star-studded sky, and at last the silver rays spiiled through the gap between Grimspire and mighty Stormhelm, bathing the defile with pale, glancing light.

Invisible ink should not be used with glossy or very smooth paper types, since the sizing of these papers prevents ink from being absorbed deep into the paper and it is easily visible, especially if the paper is examined under glancing light.

Suddenly, as the child rolled downward on its mother's knees, all wet with snow, its eyes were caught by a bright glancing light on the white ground, and, with the ready transition of infancy, it was immediately absorbed in watching the bright living thing running towards it, yet never arriving.

Topicality of another sort is found in "A Glancing Light" by Aaron Elkins, a seasoned mystery writer who has used anthropology in his stories in the past, including grave robbers, Mayan codices and a paleontologist detective who knows where the treasures and skeletons are buried.

The gate-bell has a deep, half-awful sound in the frosty air; the gate swings open on its hinges; and, as we drive up to a great house, the glancing lights grow larger in the windows, and the opposing rows of trees seem to fall solemnly back on either side, to give us place.