Just the Opposite

While I was at the Viewpoint today, the sun was shining, but along the edge, everything was in shade. There were cast shadows on the tops of the trees, many yards into the space above the park below, but then everything beyond this was drenched in golden sunlight. It occurred to me that this is just the opposite of the situation after dark, when all things along the edge--including the Sentinel, the Lovers, the ferns and the blackberry bushes--is illuminated, while after a certain number of yards of cast light on the treetops, you see nothing but darkness, except where there are artificial lights--or moonlight.