|The branches, nearly bare, stretch up into a turbulent sky.|
Yeah, another photo blog. I don't have the energy today to write about anything really cool or exciting. Like these trees, I'll have to wait for a warmer time to show a proper flourish.
But I'm keeping up the daily output, even through these difficult times. That's something about which I can be happy. There are many wonderful things around me; if only I could rally my spirit, there would be an overabundance of writing. ;-)
Yet, for today, we'll look at these poor fallen leaves.
|Dry and discarded, the fallen leaves rest upon the green grass.|
Maybe tomorrow. . .
|A wide azure sky, alive with flowing clouds, extends beyond the withered limbs.|
And some Bartok:
Third movement from Solo Violin Sonata
String Quartet 4, Fourth movement
Romanian Folk Dances