in the morning, as i wake up, i've started noticing a douglas fir's branches bending in the wind, in shadows on the opposite wall from my bed. i'm sure it's been there forever, but i've only started seeing it now. sharp shadows remind me of my years in college, when i pushed my analog images way beyond tolerance. i have always had a soft spot for hard contrasts, darkness and light being my personal sibling rivals. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, dorte's theme.