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Sandy River Gorge; Loree Harrell, May 2013

It was raining lightly when I got to the woods last night after an overcast day.  That was good after days of beautiful blue sky, as it meant we had the trail to ourselves.

In the rain, under gray skies, the forest was glowing with a light all of its own.

I never remember how it is.
Or maybe I choose not to remember.

So that each shift is fresh wonder.