While walking through a cloud, I noticed a young cedar reaching for the sky among its elders. I set my tripod down and bent forward into my art. Soon after, as I contemplated the lives of those trees, the low cloud lifted and disappeared.
While walking through a cloud, I noticed a young cedar reaching for the sky among its elders. I set my tripod down and bent forward into my art. Soon after, as I contemplated the lives of those trees, the low cloud lifted and disappeared.