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"In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things.
In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me."
- John Fowles

The 11am light was lovely; the penalty being the variation in exposure required.
I exposed for the shadows in the middle foreground, and held the processing
back by 30% to contain the whites. The foremost tree was glaringly white
where the 11am sunlight was striking it.