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All is Light

Once again I am finding myself utterly enchanted by the lights of this season  … from the emblazoned houses and glittering trees to the reflected glory of tonight’s crescent moon.

I experienced something the other night I would have given a lot to have the skill to photograph – little white lights wound gracefully between the branches of a red maple and a tall wooden fence; all red and gold and brown – the shadow and light and shape of the leaves together making something completely transcendent, shimmering there in the evening’s cold still air.

Sometimes it’s even better when I can’t capture a moment in a photograph… it makes me hold it more gently, as a perfect memory… And then there are the perfect memories that become icons of themselves through the magic of representation.

We decorated our tree today, and here are two imperfect photos I took of its perfect light:

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