by Scott Shephard
Children of the 70s may recognize my title's allusion to the Doors' song "Waiting for the Sun." In the first stanza, Jim Morrison sings
“At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom’s Shore.
Waiting for the Sun Waiting for the Sun Waiting for the Sun
Can you feel it now that spring has come.
And it’s time to live in the scattered sun.”
I've never really understood this song. In fact, there are a lot of Doors songs I don't get. "Esoteric" might be a good word to describe them. Perhaps I need some kind of reality altering substance to truly appreciate the Doors? (I remember reading that the group's name comes from a concept known as the "doors of perception," which has something to do with LSD.)
Speaking of altering reality, no drugs are needed to understand this scene, though I have altered your reality a bit for you. I turned the scene to black and white (though it was pretty much gray as I originally photographed it). And I've cleaned up a few unnecessary distractions from the scene. So I hope you don't mind that I cropped, flattened, adjusted and colored your view of reality today.
And, yes, I think these trees are "waiting for the sun."
Canon 5DIII 1/3200s f/2.8 ISO400 170mm