Friday, September 7

Sticks, twigs and branches.

I don't know what it is about all things branching out from the earth, but I must admit to having a strong emotional pull to photograph them. There is something about these scenes that is just so tranquil, so still, so peacefully quiet. If I think about it, I am drawn into memories of my youth in Michigan, April thaws and snow slipping from branches, dripping onto my too-big, black rubber boots. With the first hints of spring, I would spend hours walking through the woods, absorbing it all.
Oh Man, I think it's going to be a long winter. *sigh*

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