Sitting on that rock, stretching, leaning, bending, finally crouching, extending my camera, I found it easy to imagine midsummer fairies frolicking along the line, swinging on the breeze of the coming storm.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
On the Line
What's hard to remember is just how small the wildflowers littering the floor of Shakerag Hollow are, especially these Dutchman's breeches, still wearing the green tint of their new blooming. Walk too fast, look in the wrong direction, and you will miss them, clustered around the base of a stone.
Sitting on that rock, stretching, leaning, bending, finally crouching, extending my camera, I found it easy to imagine midsummer fairies frolicking along the line, swinging on the breeze of the coming storm.
Sitting on that rock, stretching, leaning, bending, finally crouching, extending my camera, I found it easy to imagine midsummer fairies frolicking along the line, swinging on the breeze of the coming storm.
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