“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
― Leonora Carrington
Indeed, only the light moves, and it appears in waves, as mid morning sunlight streams between the branches, warming the chilled November air.
This was the scene that spread before me last weekend, as I took advantage of a sunny Sunday morning hike. Though the air was still very chilly, the sunlight was stunning, golden, and warmed my senses. The sky was bright blue between the branches and the cedars still green with life.
Though most of the hardwoods have now dropped their leaves on winter’s approach a few flecks of gold hang in the air, shimmering in the slight breeze. I drink in scenes like this. Many would just proceed down the path, but I find myself standing and savouring, knowing even this will soon be cast into the cold and snow of the approaching winter, which brings a beauty of its own. But that can wait.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD@78mm
1/4 sec, f/9.0, ISO 400