"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.
