Here, we see a stand of local woods playing with the light on April 2. They’re a mixture of evergreen balsam fir, spruce, and other conifer trees interspersed with gray- and white-barked maples, birch, and other deciduous trees and bushes that are not yet in-leaf.
April sunlight tumbles through the leafless branches onto the mosses and lichens, while at the same time creating darkness in the form of shadows streaking from the backs of trunks and treetops.
These woods can be wonderfully silent now, with no or few bird songs or people noises. It’s the kind of silence that comes when standing still and alone among the trees and a tingling comes from being touched by something primeval and invisible that is made of nothing that “lives.” (Brooklin, Maine)