The bridge

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I love peering into a densely wooded hide–a space of seclusion and sweet damp smells. I love to imagine myself within the shelter of trees and shadows and piercing sunbeams peering out from my safe place at all passerby’s. I snap pictures of the bridge, its termite riddled beams tagged for replacement. I am delighted by the light washing the trees and illuminating the leaves and forest floor below. In the distance is a secluded patio that stands as the sole audience for this parade of glory. I am blessed to share this moment. I am grateful and joyous and excited to share my discoveries with you.wpid-2014-03-30_07-51-17_831.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-51-10_224.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-50-52_508.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-50-37_715.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-50-20_456.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-49-29_413.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-49-17_471.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-48-56_243.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-48-27_889.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-48-07_272.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-47-46_789.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-47-19_691.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-47-09_6.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-46-48_808.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-46-26_155.jpgwpid-2014-03-30_07-45-30_749.jpg

What is it about the light?

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I have been fascinated with light and shadows for as long as I can remember.  image

I often well up with tears at the beauty of light shining on surfaces or transforming objects by shining through from one side to the other.
  This collection of photos were taken from my Droid cell phone after my 2 mile run through
the neighborhood.  The first pic is actually a smoke plume from a large fire in the Angeles National Forest raging in the distance.  Its been a very hot and windy past 2 weeks here in Southern California.image

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