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.
Keats Island, Canada
August 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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