The wind whips hard during winter here, so when the creeks banks aren't flooded from rain or snow, it is best to retreat just a little ways into the forest. Not so far that we have fled the light, but just far enough that we aren't touched by the icy gusts.
Underneath one of my favorite tree's Morgan and I found this beautiful little beam of last light coming down the hill and illuminating the mossy branches. I wanted to capture the contrast of the blues in the shade with the glow of the upper branches, so I got back as far as I could, and Morgan just did these incredible poses among the ivy. When the sun caught her hair I knew we had it, and we called it and ran inside to warm up.
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