More Pines En Plein Air
The view out my bedroom window is of a cluster of pines. The sun rises over them bathing them in gradual light, first over the mountain, then over the roof of my house. Needles go from blue green in shadow, to bright green gold when the sun crosses that threshold. Trunks glow as if made of precious metals. The darkness recedes, and the mysteries of the deep shadow of boughs is gone for another day. All summer I’ve been watching the path of the light. I wanted to catch that transition from shadow, however, I have not quite been up to prepping [...]
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