If there is a tree needed as a symbol of/for our country the Pollard -willow must be it. They are so ordinary to us we often don`t notice them , till I see a road like this one .
A very interesting shot, great perspective and subject matter. Your capture of the winding road that ends and disappears in to the fog on the horizon is outstanding, as the trees stand guard along it!!
Are these trees like that all year around or do they get cut back at a particular time during the year or will they ever have branches like the willows that we know? a very beautiful photo with the winding road and the fog.
I like how stark the trees look now, with their trunks shrouded in fog, standing on the sides of the long and winding road. I think this is a beautiful shot. It'd be great to see this again, maybe in summer, when the trees are all green and leafy? Awesome capture, Pyrrhula!
Daar waren eens zeven wilgen
In ene boerenwei.
Die droegen grote pruiken op
Hun oude harde houten kop
En stonden op een rij.
En hunne pruik met haren
Die kwam nooit tot bedaren-
Zij knikten al maar: "ja en neen,"
Wat dat beduidde, wist er geen!
eerste vers van gedicht Carel Steven Adama van Scheltema (1877-1924)
In ene boerenwei.
Die droegen grote pruiken op
Hun oude harde houten kop
En stonden op een rij.
En hunne pruik met haren
Die kwam nooit tot bedaren-
Zij knikten al maar: "ja en neen,"
Wat dat beduidde, wist er geen!
eerste vers van gedicht Carel Steven Adama van Scheltema (1877-1924)