by Canadian Artist Matt Vegh 
Friday brings a welcome stillness to my week. My legs felt heavy at the start of my afternoon run near the edge of the Veluwe, carrying the quiet weight of five busy days at the desk. I slowed my pace, let my breath settle, and simply listened to the crunch of dry beech leaves under my shoes.
Halfway along the trail, the low October sun broke through a gap in the canopy. Let me consider the light for a moment. It struck a shallow hollow filled with damp, copper-colored leaves and tall, pale grasses.
I stopped and crouched low with my camera, nearly losing my balance in the soft mud. By slowing the shutter and moving the lens gently upward with the rhythm of the swaying stems, the sharp forest floor dissolved into vertical bands of rust, ochre, and deep Rembrandt shadow. It became pure lichtspel, a quiet painting of warmth and motion rather than a literal record of trees.
My mood lifted right there in the damp hollow. Back at my desk with warm tea, I am preparing this study to share with our quiet corner of regulars this Sunday, perhaps pairing the digital token with a small print on cotton paper as an RWA. Let’s create together when the weekend stillness arrives.
