Forget any thoughts of darkness. These are days of such light.
The light was fading in the cedar forest on Rose Swanson Mountain in Splatsin Territory this afternoon. There was too little light for representative photos, but with a little movement, I caught the trees moving in a place between their worlds and ours. Here are some young ones rising out of the snow.
And a fallen log covered in snow among the dancers.
And a big cedar, with green lichen on lilac-coloured bark.
And one of her sisters, in a clearing.
These are not photo-shopped images. Trees are spiritual beings, as we are. They are our elder sisters, and teach us. Only very rarely is it the other way around.
Categories: Arts, Forestry, logging, Nature Photography, Pacific Northwest
“These are the days of miracle and wonder” came to mind. I don’t remember exactly what Paul Simon had in his mind, but the phrase is in my mind.
They sure are!
Lovely, Harold. I’ve noticed the light this time of year too, and not only that it is returning. At a certain time in the later afternoon it will choose a spot — a bench by the water, some moss covered rocks — and the colour of that light is unlike any other. A clear warm yellow. It illuminates. It brings forth.
What a lovely observation. I am going to look for those moments of light, with your inspiration.
These images capture the spirit of the forest; the spirit of Harold Rhenisch as well. Let’s see more of these images Harold, for they speak the same expressive language as all things natural.
Best wishes for the New Year. Chris.
Thanks, Chris! I will go out again. Right now, it’s just raining on the snow. Might be time to visit some willows, I think.
Harold discovers a new language; I can’t wait to see and hear more!!~