"But light as any wind that blows
So fleetly did she stir,
The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose,
And turned to look at her."
~Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Talking Oak~
it's so nice to see this fabulous place through your eyes, Marisa, not just the wonderful compo and exposure control (LOVE) the shadows but specially the fairy tale mood.
V*