This is my favorite photo of Elkhorn ever, from the meadow site. I love it because it captures everything about that moment that I was there, walking in the woods alone (although I was there with some of my very best friends) and feeling the gloaming all around me like some kind of wild magic. The woods this time of year are incredible, especially at dusk, when everything turns such a strange shade of dark purple glowing, like you're looking at everything through some dream prism. I thought the yellow were fireflies for a moment before I realized it was leftover sassafras. There was a kind of mist in the woods, like the haze that sits over the mountains from a distance and makes them look blue. Everything smelled like leaves and woodsmoke and cabernet franc.
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