I savor the winter landscape: the exposed bone structure of savage Nature, made bearable by the promise that something sleeps within. The story waits to be told. Contentedly, I wait.
This entry was posted on January 13, 2011 by Susan. It was filed under Uncategorized and was tagged with bee, fuchsia, Ireland, nature, photography.
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