The sycamore at the edge of the terrace seldom looks the same—each day the light's different, the tree has more or fewer leaves, the colours have changed, mist obscures the valley beyond (as it did on this particular morning a month ago) or not, and so on. Sometimes I think this view has become part of me; sometimes I think I've become part of this view. If it's a dream, it's not a bad one.
[4 October 2012, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 100–300 mm at 300 mm, ISO 200, 1/20 at f11]
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