All my favorite photos are the ones that utilize the beauty of natural light and shadow. I’m especially taken by photographs taken at twilight or at night that capture the lighting as it is as opposed to how it is with bright flashes. On our trip home this Christmas, I decided to take the night’s moonlight for what it was worth and try to capture some of the remaining woods near where I grew up.
When we were kids, my backyard extended acres and acres as we were one of three or four houses in the neighborhood and the neighborhood backed up against open woods and swamp. My sister and I made forts and named landmarks and kept the place quite to ourselves. Not needing shoes for the soft pine-needle-carpet, climbing on cypress knees, watching for moccasins, and generally being in a quiet place has made me into one of those people who is often happiest enjoying the pleasure of my own company.
Since the time when I was only old enough to have to be home by dark, what I think of as my woods has changed dramatically: a devastating fire, a partial purchased and developed of a gated community, and, thankfully, the rest set aside as a state park.
It’s been a while since I walked these woods so I was happy to find myself visiting under a full moon. Here’s my attempts to capture the beauty and eeriness of the place.