Wrapped in silence,
Dark shapes stretch out their fingers,
To touch the soft sky.
A misty morning, all was still and quiet apart from certain sounds which seemed to carry through. Trees loomed and disappeared in the mist. Cormorants flew between their dead tree perches.
This is probably my favourite dead/nearly dead tree.... I just love it's dramatic shape and tend to photograph it every time I go by ... which is quite often. Surprisingly I haven't blipped it that often but here are the others . I call it the cormorant tree, because this seems a fitting name for it.
In other news, dance class tonight - great fun. Going to Ramzy dance school graduation show on Saturday, where I am the official photographer - eek!
- Sony SLT-A65V