The In-Between Time

Dusk, as the sun hides behind the tops of the forest trees, before it slips well below the mountain, is the magic time.

Without clouds, rays of light can still be passing through a very young canopy.

The garden catches the last light.

Dusk creeps over the garden.

The In-Between time vibrates in another color frequency.

While one eye is still in mode Monet.

My garden rocks!