in the trees
the soft warm music of the wind
on the forest floor
a stillness
and a slow returning
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14 comments:
To me moss is one of the most magnificent plants, Steven, the way it hides through the heat and dry of summer and returns with the cool wet air.
elisabeth - a fellow moss admirer! i am always glad to find moss. in my garden, in someone else's garden, or out in the woods. i would love to be small enough to walk through it as if it was a forest in its own right. steven
This is a brilliant portrait of one of my favorite things in all the world. Moss.
Yep. It's happening here, too. Shhhhh!!
Oh yes, I feel it- the quiet , the curling up, the frantic gathering to store away...Yup, we are headed for a long winter.
Those pine needles get everywhere steven - because we have so many scots pines our guttering is full of needles, so I smiled to see some on your lovely tree trunk photograph. Lovely autumnal words and pictures.
and a slow returning to earth?
a scene that speaks to me always. The smell, the damp, the softness underfoot of the forest floor, all are eternally close to my heart.
We are also enjoying warm, still days. Your images capture the essence of early Autumn.
willow thankyou for this very generous comment! steven
reya - i love being in woods on a warm autumn day. there's a rich hush about the place that compels me to walk with care, to look all around, and especially to be quiet. steven
linda sue, it's funny the squeezing in of outdoor experiences that i find myself doing alongside those of all the little animals scurrying here and there in preparation. this is a relatively warm autumn and makes me wonder if it will indeed be a long snowy winter. i haven't checked the usual meteorological oracular services 'cause in some ways, i'd rather not know!! steven
weaver i remember that about bits of yorkshire - the great forests of pine. i love being in them but they looked so out of place. they should be oaks. but they all set sail to defeat the armada didn't they. steven
friko yes. that's the slow return i was thinking of! steven
hello valerie - there's much more essence yet to go!!! steven
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