There’s something about trees that my adult brain is eluding. One of my child is obviously geniously happy by looking at leaves and talks to and cuddles them as they were something very alive and sweat.

The elder one (on the picture), is slowly loosing her innoncence, thanks to school, but get caught anyway from time to time by the magic of Nature.

Taken on nightfall with a fisheye (I had planned to make panos, but the lady girl had other business on her mind).