It gets dark so early. Before dinner, before I closed up my studio, the stars were out and the moon soft behind a cloud.
I tried a nighttime setting on my iPhone 13 that I didn’t have on the 11.
Suddenly our old apple tree was transformed. Instead of thick and heavy, it became reaching and spindly. Its many branches softened like the moon, the bottom half of its trunk obscured in shadow. It seemed to sway, to dance with a tiny partner on a dark hill.
It’s almost as if I’m looking back in time to when the tree was younger. I would not recognize it as our apple if I hadn’t taken the picture.