“my love is a winter’s mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
Winter in Balingup brings heavy fogs that breathe atmosphere. Walking through the forest, at times I felt as though I’d disappeared into fairy land. Expect some of these pictures to inspire some future writing. Click on the images for larger versions.
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4 Responses
Those spiders’ webs are magnificent. And the ghostly forest. So beautiful!
Thanks, Louise. I was thinking last night that day was a photographer’s dream – mood, subject matter, weather, time. I loved taking those pictures as much as walking through the forest.
Nice pics!
Thank you!