Surrounding my little village are fields, farms, ranches and woods. It is a bucolic spot. Close-by is a remnant of pine forest. Folks call it the Lost Pines but the pines aren't really lost, just separated by 100 miles from the wide swath of pines through Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Oklahoma. We have two state parks nearby: Buescher and Bastrop. Here you can walk in the pristine woods. In The Pines, In The Pines, Where The Sun Never Shines, And You Shiver When The Cold Wind Blows... As the old songs says, it is rare for the sunlight to break through the pine forest. But when it does, it bounces around and highlights at random. I try to capture this magic as well as the less contrasty more somber images as the song states.