The twisted tree on the left dances like a figure in a black dress, fluid as rising smoke, while a fainter companion to the right evaporates beside the triangle-shaped shadow of a tree further out — and beyond it, a thin tree stands almost forgotten at the edge.

Below, the foreground reads mostly white, with faint traces of shadow drifting across it like sand or snow moving over the landscape.

Shot wide open with the old 55mm PC-Nikkor, this one is darker and more mysterious than most in the series. That old lens never disappoints —

I was having so much fun chasing the light as it shifted that morning, I forgot Judie was tethered to my wrist. Her leash sat slack while she waited patiently, watching me chase the changing light and the interpretation that she couldn’t see.

Back to black and white.