Branches

Tell me, O Muse, of the ancient art of capturing light and shadow—the never-ending quest for mastery that calls to those who seek to preserve the fleeting moments of time. In the crisp winter of the year two thousand and sixteen, I turned my mind to the intricate craft of framing scenes through the boughs of trees, those standing sentinels that reach their wooden arms toward the heavens.
Tall skyscraper towering above bare winter trees, silhouetted against a bright sky.
For there is deep wisdom to be gained from shooting through branches, O Muse—a skill that demands the keen eye of the hunter-god and the steady hand of the artisan. One must capture the essence of the subject while preserving the wild beauty of the living foliage, those leafy barriers that stand between the eye and the object of its gaze.
Tall tower with circular observation deck, surrounded by bare tree branches against a dark sky.
As I studied the secrets of this subtle art, I marveled at the boundless depths of image-making, at the endless possibilities that unfold before those who dedicate themselves to its practice. And so, as the seasons turn and the old year yields to the new, let us embrace the pursuit of knowledge and the path of creativity—for it is through our passions that we find the fulfillment that the gods themselves have ordained for mortals.
Sunlight filtering through a canopy of leafless trees, casting intricate shadows on the ground.
Tall clock tower with intricate face partially obscured by bare branches at dusk, black and white.