I stood immersed in the shadowy peacefulness of the woods, the almost imperceptible scents of earth, water, trees and foliage mingling in the warm air. A light wind ruffled the leaves of the high canopy.  A woodpecker sang through the tree tops, and beyond that I could discern the faint hum of an aeroplane disappearing into nothing.

Standing knee-deep in the stream, the only sound now was the trickle of water over stones. The morning sunlight was just beginning to break through. It had not yet reached the place I had chosen to hang my work, but by the time I had finished, a couple of hours later, the light was just perfect.

Each individual little house, suspended by a single thread, hung almost motionless as the sunlight danced and sparked through the trees, bouncing and reflecting off the water and everything all around.

And later, by the time I'd completed taking my photos, the last rays of sun had left my chosen spot. High up, occasional gusts of wind were growing noticeably stronger, telling me it was time to go home.

I stood barefoot in a patch of sunlight. A shower of golden leaves fell over me in slow motion like snowflakes, covering my shoulders and arms and the ground at my feet. 

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