Sunshine’s Macro Monday: Exposed

Inspired by Sunshine’s Macro Monday #25

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A Walk in the Woods

I wasn’t sure how the tree remained upright…extending high above my head.

Its shredding rotted spindly branches barely hanging on.

Stripped of bark, listing to the side, full of holes…it somehow had survived…now completely naked.

Not a speck of green. No signs of life. It seemed odd. Out of place…surrounded by so many healthy trees.

Surely a potential danger to humans walking by.

I wonder if the wildlife in this patch of woods are done doing their damage…

tree stripped

Fifteen Favorites

Inspired by Lens-Artist Photo Challenge #77: Favorite Photos of 2019

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Choose my favorite photographs of 2019?

That’s a tough one (which I made a bit easier by not including family photos).

I managed to pare it down to 15(!). It was an especially exciting year as I dove into the world of macro photography. An additional photographic challenge.

I am curious…which one is your favorite?

1: January…ice crackling on the river…

exeter river ice

 

2: February…a welcome color display…

flowers for sale copy

 

3: Early Spring…signs of nature coming to life…

fiddleheads

 

4: May showers…

raindrops

 

5: Summer sunsets…

lake frame

 

6: Butterfly on zinnias…

zinnia butterfly close

 

7: The magical pond…

magical pond

 

8: Sunflower parade…sunflowers group

 

9: Amber waves…amber squares

 

10: Crunchy path…

acorns

 

11: Fall arrives…

twisted tree

 

12: Watch your step…

 

13: The cactus blooms!

blossom day 4

 

14: Late fall fantasy edits…

IMG_1487 fantasy copy 2

 

15: Last, but not least, back to where the year began…with the crunch of ice.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

 

Peaceful place

Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Peace

…share posts that evoke the sense of peace for you, in whatever form that might take.

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Several months ago, I discovered a small clearing in the woods in back of my condo building…which I often gravitate to when I am out for a walk.

Even though I can still hear the roar of the traffic from the nearby highway, it is my peaceful place. I often wish there was a place to sit.

Perhaps the coincidence traces back decades to when I used to spend afternoons out exploring the wooded area down the street with my friend Kathleen. Gathering rocks and leaves and the odd rusty nail in an old bucket. Or – alone – perched in a tree in my front yard, hidden from the world…as deep in thought as a 9 year old can be. I always felt a sense of belonging…and a sense of lightness being in the out-of-doors.

Although now there is no tree climbing…

…that sense of belonging continues.