A good stand of fir and spruce trees can provide swaying portals for sunbeams that seem to like to descend and dance on spongy moss while the incense of balsam hangs in the air.
In such a wood, it doesn’t take much imagination to see the light as nymphs flitting behind lichened trunks or to go the other way and realize how small we humans are in many ways compared to some other living neighbors.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on August 27 and 28, 2023.)