From the dining room I saw glorious liquid amber tree, its top half glowing against the pale blue sky. My whole body responded with an overwhelming sense of joy. I grabbed the camera - but the first photograph I took did not show what I saw.
four amazing musicians playing jazz which filled me to overflowing with the sense of a world teaming with possibilities. In the darkened room, I watched a silhouetted triangle formed by the saxophone and the saxophonist's body, and inside that triangle, fingers so elegant and skilful - the bright, spotlighted hand of the bassist who stood behind.
The sight of that tree framed by the umbrella recalls both that music, and that sense of limitless possibility.
It's all a matter of perspective.