Chasing Down That Light

 I spill out of the woods onto the meadow.

I see the way the late afternoon sunlight strikes the raw, brittle plants that rise up from the earth. I bend down, watching the light, and take the photo.

I remember that photographers go after the light.  I've never had any other formal training than this:  Go after the light. 

That's what I want to do every day; I want to go after the Light, even on the coldest and rawest days.

I walk until my fingers protest against the cold.  The sun, sinking lower and lower, animates nothing else this afternoon.

But for just that one moment, I saw the light and chased it down.

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Don't you just love late afternoon sunlight?