Branches reaching, waving for the sky, a final farewell before a the deep sleep of winter.
Redbud leaves now gold with deep blue autumn sky.
Redbud leaves now gold in pale October sky.
Don’t stop or they’ll catch you. ” - Fred Saddy
and behold there was light
Nothing but blue skies… looking forward and back, mirrors are tricky things.
exploring the interplay of form, light and color.
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