"The old dead tree stood
gnarled weather torn;
its limbs were now brittle.
What stories could it tell
of the centuries it had lived,
the passing lives it had seen,
and the storms it had weathered
when it was young and strong."
Excerpt from a poem by David Harris.
This is image number four in my March "Walk in the Woods" series. Every image from this series is SOOC with no edits, no crops, no post processing of any sort, not even resizing. Literally straight out of the camera.
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