Some professional painters and photographers are disappointed on bright, sunny days. They prefer the more subtle moodiness of fog or mist, gleaming rain and threatening skies. I like all that but must confess that I found Monday's sunshine more than welcome after a string of moody days. The world was washed clean and bright, and all its edges, those of water and of plants and animals, seemed to tingle and jump for joy -- metaphorically speaking, that is -- in the stillness of a calm September evening, every tiny detail a miracle of beauty.
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