Once A Day

The sun comes round and casts a beam into the woods shining a spot on this little glade. I could invent all sorts of stories about the goings on in there, but that would be childish. Maybe that's not such a bad thing?

I like the criss-crossing of the branches and trunks and all the triangles they create. I like the light catching the tree and the shadows behind giving depth to the scene.

Fortunately today I could avoid the mosquitoes.