Exhalation of moss, mycelium, black mould; wafted savor of a thousand earthly growths, damp, clinging, redolent; aroma of mighty roots, of invisible spawn and seed—all the vast stirring of the earth’s desire. ~Virginia Garland
As I looked outside at the locust in the yard, I realised how much beauty was still within it and decided to not just chronicle its demise, but capture it for later. The bark, the curling pieces of wood, and the mosses are a masterpiece of creation. I do admit, however, that some of these photos are better when seen from a different angle. However, blogspot does not always allow the blogger to tweak photos to the right presentation. Alas, may you enjoy anyway!
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