I was in a wood I am still getting to know, at work on a composition, when the light came through for a few minutes and caught the trees behind the one I was framing. I knew something in the picture was not quite right, and I could not say why.
Then the light went, and in the quiet after it I saw the better picture I had been missing: the same trees, held tighter. Too late for the light. It did not come back.
This piece is about what I have come to make of an evening like that: why I do not call it a loss, and what the light leaving actually asked of me. The whole of it is on the site.
Subscribers to Serenity in the Woods now also get a short private note from the woods each week, a small observation that does not appear anywhere else.
Tim