The Northern Rivers is not called the Rainbow Region for nothing. Local Cooper’s Shoot resident and wordsmith Jeff Sampson was head down concentrating on whipper-snippering when his daughter alerted him to this double beauty. “I was unaware of the scene from Avatar coalescing out of the clouds behind me,” he says, “but fortunately, my daughter came out of the house and suggested I turn and take in the big picture. It looked like it had been art directed. The old leafless elm in the front yard, still a little tentative after a lightning strike some time ago, seemed to be tickling the light that formed a snowdome around it. Beyond its light loom, an abashed blue filled the rest of the frame. The weeds could wait. The photo was taken, the ephemera fixed in modern amber, on my phone.” Poetry in motion.