November 12, 2011 § 6 Comments
Tagged: Frost, lake, melancholy, November, shrubs, Water, Winter
. . . the more I look, the more I see and nothing I have known that’s more expressive of the “tangled web we weave”.
Is this a “found” image? One you came across, pointed and shot. Or did you steal upon it and wait.
Not sure which alternative to choose… I went out with the intention to find something, or perhaps something like it. So it was part chance, part intentional. Can I say it presented itself to me? :)
A misty cloak that I wouldn’t mind falling on my shoulders.
You always have such a way with words and phrases!
You are multi-talented.
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