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winter tree uprooted, used as a broom, past dusk.
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beyond the floating bridge10 years ago
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Whistle While You Lurk....
- John M. Mora
- Bellmore, New York, United States
- Might as well type like a mon.key.
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The winter woods in January in the dark of the very early morning, before the sun has risen, when the woodland creatures scuttle in the undergrowth and the hunter looks for his prey.
The creatures were deer, purple finches, yellow finches dressed in their winter plumage, cardinals, mourning doves...hunter... me with camera.
my.stery
shifts.in.perception
The wrapper as seen
through the chocolate.
Looking at this post and up, I see winter at its most outspoken: bare naked trees showing off their beautiful limbs. I love that you are obsessed by it. I take hundreds of bare-limbed pictures that never make it to my blog, to view in private. They aren't special (need a Jon treatment, I suspect), but I can't stop myself from photographing and admiring them.
I'm so glad you never stop seeing and creating in your unique way.
JoHn, sorry.
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