Day 137: The light was long and the shadows deep where they filled small hollows in the snow-covered pasture. The stubble, left from a weed-control mowing performed last autumn, was rimed with ice crystals. The scene was entrancing, with the sun's rays shattering as they illuminated the frozen shafts from behind. I brought several images back to the computer, pleased with the effects of texture and light, and then I thought, "I wonder what this would look like as a negative?" In the next moment, I discovered an alien world with a complex geography of towers and hills with trees growing upon their summits, an alternate reality paralleling that of a stubblefield in the snow.
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