Like a firework captured as it falls to earth, this Willow glowed in the sunlight while a gusty breeze up high swirled the clouds on one of those dreamy, breezy early Spring days. Bliss.
Tag Archives: Spring
The Dark Months Eighteen
As heaving dark grey clouds yawn open, light hits yellow lichen on a wooden rail, causing colour to ripple in intense succession before giving way to hope and renewal.
