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dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed beyond the canyon of spring foliage carved into the landscape by the pre-dusk sun.

What to make of light that conceals the rugged landscape in the distance and turns the softest leaves almost before my eyes into menacing outcrops of rocks?  At certain times of the day, especially in between seasons, the light turns trickster to the small delight of poets, photographers, artists, dreamers, and others touched by madnesses great and small.