Up and down and up and down. These little birds never cease to amazing me with their constant motion and why do these little birds always choose such big trees?
Winter light shining brightly onto the remains of a once mighty redwood. I am fascinated by the light that is able to creep into the forest and how it changes with the seasons. This light in the dark always seems so difficult to capture and the photos never seem to evoke the feeling of being there. Perhaps some things are better left alone or maybe a fool that persists in his folly will someday take that magic photo.