A bright sunny mid- January day in Morris Park, high noon and a rich blue winter’s sky. The tall Tulip Poplars sway in the brisk wind, the wings of the Mourning Doves flutter and briefly wail, the dried leaves or the young beeches rattle. The breeze is briefly gone and it becomes quiet.
Quiet enough that can be seen the silence of the shadows.
The winter is still young and vibrant! Dramatic lighting abounds with great silhouettes and poetic landscapes. Here we can read the topography of Morris Park at a glance: the land in the foreground dips down to the south and there is a ridge in the backround, on the other side of the East branch of Indian Creek. Such is the Piedmont character of this place.