I went walking in the woods yesterday, (yes it was cold) and I was amazed at the lighting and lines of the trees. Here are a few samples. I think next time I will try black and white. There is a short poem at the end.
Pretending to be dead but very much alive,
their roots cannot be defeated, breathing
through the soil, waiting for the right time
to burst with life and color, and air
for us to breathe.
Writing, Poetry and Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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