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Leafless


There is something beautiful and dramatic about a leafless tree silhouetted against the sky. I could go as silly over them as I do over fences, haystacks, abandoned houses and Royal Hotels. I will try to resist.

Musing:
By Emily Dickinson
"THE murmuring of bees has ceased;
But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
Has simultaneous come,—

The lower metres of the year,
When nature’s laugh is done,—
The Revelations of the book
Whose Genesis is June."
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  1. UnknownJuly 13, 2009 at 8:01 AM

    Great back light here!

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  2. ELKJuly 13, 2009 at 9:11 AM

    i could not agree more ~this is so great with the one on the background still with leaves~

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  3. JulieJuly 13, 2009 at 7:40 PM

    Don't stop just because you enjoy it too much! More more more ...

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