The Gossamer Sublime

In which our author ruminates upon a glimpse of beauty

Yesterday afternoon, editing the shots from my dawn railroad shoot, I was in my happy place—cup of tea beside me, music in my ears, immersed in video editing—when I felt something unexpected, and I knew: I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.

I think it was the music.

I felt transported. Maybe because it’s the first time being that deep in the edit with thore…