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.