The narrow mountain valley in which my cabin is located forces the sun to work for proper access. In the morning, the sun must clamber up the eastern flanks of the mountains before peering in. In the evening, it must hang on for as long as possible before descending the west slopes and finally setting. But in the rarified minutes immediately after cresting the mountains above us in the morning and just before slipping away in the evening, the most extraordinary event takes place. In these fleeting minutes, bands of sunlight extend long across the forest floor alongside hard shadow.
The
light ignites all the colors and details amid the understory and sends all
manner of birds and insects strobing through the bands.
In
these brief stretches of time, both the fragility and strength of the forest
are on full display. I love no other time of day better.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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