Saturday, November 4, 2017

Raking at Dusk

"I have since only very rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it..." ~ Annie Dillard

Raking at dusk, somehow a brilliant white feather appeared under the leaves, reminiscent of eagles and angels.  The flash of the camera captured it, seemingly all by itself.  I rarely use the flash.

It was cold.  It was windy.  Rain was attempting to begin.  It reminded me of Illinois in November.

It was perfect. 

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