What can I say about autumn in the Lanark highlands which would improve on this simple image of an oak leaf resting on granite?
I love northern arroyos and ravines at this time of year, the steep fissured rock walls and glacial erratics below them, the pale sunlight falling across the rocks and dancing through the old oaks, their fallen leaves ankle deep and rustling underfoot, the shadow of leaf on old stone.
No words needed at all, and here I am am nattering away . . .
1 comment:
This is really beautiful. So simple and so bold.
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