The last light is always best. Not the fading light. Not the light slowly softening into stars above the dusky mountains.
Not that.
The best light slants through the low clouds and into the side of the forest and mountains. The best light strikes like a single note from the deep end of a piano, ignites a single purple candle of lupine against the forest floor, defines only a single aspen tree, or spills like honey over pinedrops rising red and yellow from green grass.
If you follow the last good light you will ascend.
Always, you will ascend.
--Mitchell Hegman
awesome photography Mitch! And I like the one of the lamp post too. Like that a lot!
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