THE STORY OF "THE GHOST OF FALL"
The leaves shiver, the slumbering branches tremble, as if awakened — and out he steps, a few twigs giving way under his soft feet. A brief commotion of muffled sound, then all is quiet again, and yet everything has changed, as he and I stare into each other’s souls.
Secure in the stunned silence, he rests stoically in his canvas, as if it were all a dream, a hypnotic mirage framed by a sea of brilliantly colored leaves, a treasure like undiscovered gold — a fairy, godlike thing, the spirit of these woods, emerging from the depths of my dreams.
Drawing a few deep breaths, then holding it altogether, I move, ever so slowly, ever so slightly, as not to disturb him or the divine nature of this moment, and I finally dare to raise my camera shyly — for had I not, I may still not believe this luminous tale of meeting the ghost of fall.
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