The branches, once imbued with the rich brown hues of life, are now ashen and stark. Shadows shift and snake around the smooth contours. The tree, in its last stages of dying, is a beautiful and sad sight to behold.
Alasdair & I were lucky enough to see snow at the Grand Canyon a few weeks ago. Of course, after it snowed, it became exceedingly warm before falling into wintry mix. I love the unpredictable climate at a place that is so steadfast.
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lovely, simply lovely
(there's just something about trees.............)
From their earliest stages until kindling...
We're in DC right now watching all the dogwoods and cherry trees bloom - something that doesn't happen in Phoenix. Something I miss greatly...
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