Wednesday, August 25, 2010

it was just this kind of day

My dad stood in the forest with these shadows on his face. He moved too quickly for a photograph, but when he was gone I found the shadows again with my hand. If he hadn't been there, I'd have never have seen these delicate little beauties floating in the air.

hand and shadows

Keats Island, Canada
August 2010

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