Walking today in a local forest I was continually struck by the way the trees alter the sunlight. They possess it, taking it in and colouring it with the deepest bronze and brown. They limit it, causing it to fall in distinct rays filled with silently drifting dust and spider's webs. The alteration holds a beautiful simplicity. In silence I appreciated the illuminated space.
365-09 #5
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