“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” Yeats said that. I read this somewhere earlier today, maybe in the NY Times in relation to some political commentary about Mr. Trump.
Trees and Light
I thought of it when I went to work on this image; I have looked at this view a thousand times and never seen the “V” in the trees and the patch of light behind them. It has generally been fog shrouded and mysterious. Another way of saying this is that I made an image of something that I saw that wasn’t actually there at the precise moment that I was inclined to make the image. In fact, this is a case of seeing something for the first time, revealed by the absence of the fog. Curiously, when I looked at the image afterwards I saw the trees and the light and the fog that wasn’t there. That makes it a pretty interesting image to me. Perhaps it will only confuse things if I show y’all an image I made of the typical winter look of those distant trees albeit from a different angle. I like both of the images. That’s why I made them. I said that.
Eugene Morning
Image Credit
Photos by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.
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