Dead trees are fascinating sculptural forms. Blasted by every form of extreme weather, their true form is gradually revealed. It’s kind of like life. Adversity reveals our true character.
My imagination also is fueled by these interesting shapes. This branch makes me think of a goat’s face.
This sawn-off branch reminds me of a pig’s snout.
Compare it to the real thing. Am I seeing things that aren’t there?
This looks like what it is, bark with moss on it. We don’t see much moss around here, so this is rather a treat. I love the pattern and texture in this image. The moss is soft, while the bark is hard.
Being outside in God’s creation is pure joy.






#1 by sally on September 14, 2009 - 7:32 am
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Great Photography!!
A giveaway at my blog in memory of my 17 y/o grandson who passed away a year ago Monday.
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