Capturing Light

Late Fall has my favorite light. The early morning white light that sparkles in the woods. The late afternoon light that spills upon trees and grass--like a flickering candle glow--not the ferocity of summer afternoons--





 

 ... but the dwindling of that Late Fall almost Winter feel....I love THAT light. Today I went searching for it. I found it secretly bathing trees and caressing the dead finger tips of golden rod, beckoning gently to the last of the milk weed seeds...