The sycamore at the edge of the terrace seldom looks the same—each day the light's different, the tree has more or fewer leaves, the colours have changed, mist obscures the valley beyond (as it did on this particular morning a month ago) or not, and so on. Sometimes I think this view has become part of me; sometimes I think I've become part of this view. If it's a dream, it's not a bad one.
[4 October 2012, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 100–300 mm at 300 mm, ISO 200, 1/20 at f11]
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7 comments:
That is incredibly beautiful. Thank you.
The tree is dreaming you.
A lovely dream. Also, thanks for the new word!
Elephant's Child, thank you.
Zhoen, that's a nice thought. I'm happy about that.
Maureen, you're welcome! I think it's one of those words that are useful to know, but not particularly useful. I trust that makes sense! ;^)
Too beautiful, too beautiful ... if such is possible. This captures the way trees have made me feel all my life.
Yes, it does :-)
-M
Barbara, thank you. I'm glad it works so well for you :^)
Maureen, thank you :^)
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