Trees are spiky and bare, crows waddle through misty fields, gardens are all put to rest, scarves and jackets donned and the restful hum of heating fills our homes. No doubt, Winter has arrived.
Winter
Trees are spiky and bare, crows waddle through misty fields, gardens are all put to rest, scarves and jackets donned and the restful hum of heating fills our homes. No doubt, Winter has arrived.
The misty bare trees are still very pretty as they take their rest.
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So right! There is a real beauty about them. Thank you.
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with its own special beauty.
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On my late autumn walks I’m starting to count the bare trees and the berry laden ones…there is fresh snow on the mountains and yes, winter has made itself known. Your stark image is hauntingly beautiful…
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Thank you for your kind words. Much appreciated.
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Your photography is beautiful…
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