I don’t know why this golden-orange cast of sunrise on trees makes me think of a Grimm Brothers fairy tale. When I walked outside my front door this morning, the gilded bark was the first thing I noticed, and “Grimm Brothers” was my first thought. Maybe I had an illustrated edition once long ago with color plates similar to this.
There’s also a painting not far from my office in the Grohmann Museum that has this same eerie morning light. Every time I walk past, I get this strange sense of déjà vu that I’m glancing at a book of fairy tales from my childhood. Do you ever get odd flashes of memory like that?