It is nearly dusk when I set my camera to 'night photography', in order to capture these images of the sweeping slope of Carey Hill, fields before forest and river valley below. The light was captivating . . . first within the veil of mist lifting up from the river, then later when mist and cloud evaporate... golden reflecting rays of setting sun... spread across fiery Autumn hillside hues. The serpentine Native Black Cherry stands tall in his dark robes... rather flamboyant before his vibrant sumac fabric... his train of reds and orange. You can see the colors more vividly by clicking the images open. I switched back to regular lighting with the last two photos. There is a soft focus to all of these images ... as soft as the Autumn evening air.
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