There is a moment when the light is soft and quiet. The sun dips below the trees, taking its shadows with it.
It is my favourite time to explore with my camera.
Potted flowers become abstract art. Lines on leaves become visible patterns. Orange and red berries become brighter and more intense. The world transforms through my lens.
And I cannot capture enough.
That’s poetic – both the photo and the text… Nice!
The words and the photo are pretty.
Thank you! 🙂