Spring…
Forest Glade
839.
Spring…
838.
Stirrings in the forest…
400.
One of my favourite paths…
082.
Be still…
079.
Grey sky, grey walls, grey clouds, grey buildings… I miss a world of greens, yellows, and reds.
072.
Goodbye Autumn… now the long, cold night really begins…
047.
It’s almost enough to make you dizzy!
044.
We watched the mists swirl through the branches, waiting for a break in the rain…
043.
In Autumn,
trees cry amber tears
as they remember
lighter days
warmer breeze
and hours lost
in the green.
Timothy Moss 