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Tree, Moon
What makes a photograph an evening photograph,
or a morning one?
This one looks like evening to me.
The day is done.
Night is coming.
The tree is readying itself for the darkness.
The moon is starting its nocturnal journey.
So much for impressions.
In reality, this photograph was exposed thirty minutes before
sunrise.
I was standing on a mountainside outside Breckenridge, Colorado,
pointing my camera across the
way to a ridge of hills.
Steady companions they are, tree and moon.
It’s freshness that’s in the air.
It’s brightness that’s coming.
I’m in there somewhere too, the photographer,
because I am never totally
separate from whatever I photograph.
You’re in there somewhere too, the viewer,
because you are always a part
of whatever you truly see.
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