I’ve spent many mornings in the studio, watching the light creep over bark, and I do try to capture that quiet glow. It’s a delicate thing—tiny flecks of gold against the deep greens—and it takes patience to get it right. It’s one of those moments that makes me lose track of time, so I stay until the shadows shift a little more.

Thank you. I’ll keep listening for that subtle dance of light, letting each shade settle before I move on. It’s the quiet patience that lets the forest’s secrets reveal themselves.