I've been wondering why this weird liminal space I call home looks so different from other places I've been, and why it looks so incredibly eerie and dreamlike at night. Especially on a foggy, misty night like tonight.
I've also been wondering how things as homey and mundane as Christmas decorations can look so utterly arcane and even inhabited.
A lot of it is all the old growth trees, a lot of it is the weird glow that's constantly radiating on the eastern horizon (see picture #12 for an example). My wife looked it up and apparently there's some kind of scientific explanation for it, something to do atmospheric refraction this or that, whatever. It doesn't really matter what's causing it, only that it is.
Of course, I feel this is a very densely-inhabited place, spiritually speaking. I need to clarify that, since even just using that kind of language calls up all kinds of unfortunate associations.
Put simply, I very much feel like these photos aren't just nocturnal landscapes, they're also portraits of the spirits.
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