Forest have always been mystical places for me, and I was walking out in the deep woods with the Maria and the dogs, and I saw a birch that has been dying, bit by bit, ever since I came to the farm and walked in the woods, and today, the last ray of the sun touched it, and it was suddenly transformed, into something radiant, and was almost too bright to photograph, and I wondered what this light meant, and why it was so bright.  I was touched by it, and it whispered to me, “remember me, that I was here.” And I will.