I love the textures found in the woods. Five photos taken on a cold day recently, and one on a cold night:
Naked Trees
Old Oak Limbs
Snow and Bark
Ash Bark
Tracks and Shadows
Eclipse
Listening to melody, every man becomes his own poet, and measures the depths of his own nature. -- Abraham Lincoln
23 February 2008
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4 comments:
Those photos are beautiful!
Thanks, Dorothy! Glad you liked them.
How wonderful! I love textures, too, and this renews my sense of paying more attention. Thank you.
Lovely -- and isn't Abraham Lincoln the most soulful of men?
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