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I took a photo this morning of the sunlight that was shining into the kitchen, falling like a layer of bright, bright snow on the bench and the floor, prompting this imagined conversation:
"How much sunlight has accumulated this morning?"
"Not much; less than an inch."
This morning's accumulation of light
And when I took the photo off my camera, I discovered my last three photos, from the past few days, were all about light, too.
Small stone, sunbathing

Old snow, sparkling

Tree branches being a net for the light. And rails . . . light rails

"How much sunlight has accumulated this morning?"
"Not much; less than an inch."

And when I took the photo off my camera, I discovered my last three photos, from the past few days, were all about light, too.

Old snow, sparkling

Tree branches being a net for the light. And rails . . . light rails
