A winter twilight in the ancient forest. Silent, the camera on the tripod is recording a snowy scenery in the fading light. This is so dim the eyes can barely make out shapes. Then a passing shadow, the color of rust and fluid as oil, gives life to the frame. In the edge between day and night, between one year and another, the red fox is the tinder of fantasy.
Happy end of 2017 to all of you!
Andy Raynor Dover NH