A quarter of an inch of new snow last night, putting down a thin dusting in the woods: the dark brown points of fallen leaves curl up through the snow, making a speckled, polka-dotted forest floor. It is almost dizzying, and beautiful. If I saw it on film, my immediate thought would be, "Too bad they didn't get more snow." In a photograph I wouldn't see the whole woods for what they are, I would be trying to correct them, improve them. It is a habit I would like to break.
John Jerome The Writing Trade: A Year in a Life
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