As the sun goes down, as the shadows grow longer, I find myself among the trees. Alone but not lonely. Just being there, noticing how the light changes, how the smell of the forest changes.
There is nothing else to be done, nowhere else I need to be. Just breathing here with the trees. Being one of them, with my roots getting deeper into the ground. Being so inconspicuous that squirrels would come out, climb on me and play on my arms and shoulders.
The light is disappearing and so be it. Somewhere else the sun is rising and the birds are singing.
The shadows grow deeper but I’ll use all my senses to find my way back home. And I’m not even sure where home is right now. I feel like I’m carrying it with me.
This is in response to Sofia’s Lens-Artists Challenge of this week – “Low Light”.
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A profound read and beautiful images as always.
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Thanks so much! Your photos of the tiny poisonous mushrooms are just amazing.
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I think those mushrooms are not poisonous because its colors are pretty dull. I think it glows in the dark! Wishing you well and a good week ahead 🙂
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Thanks a lot, same to you!
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Oh, wow!
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The low hanging mist shot is my fave. Excellent.
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I’m happy you liked it. Thank you.
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Excellent take.
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Thanks 🙏
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Welcome, dear.
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Very beautiful in every way
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Thank you, Tina! Always kind 🙂
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