We're losing this great big tree with its little tiny leaves this week. It's hanging dangerously over the house, as well as crowding the two other large trees it lives between, so it must go. I will miss the lacey evening light coming through, though. It feels like a fairy tale under this tree.
Of note: I am by no means a professional photographer. I know a little bit about my camera and light and composition. Mostly I just know when a photograph speaks to me. This blog is about creating, and I love creating photographs that call my name. Even if my name is the only one they call.