Monday, 5 February 2007

Book of Shadows




More images from North Berwick, but these all felt more dramatic in black and white. So, er, here they are.

4 comments:

your new best friend said...

i shall never meet a poem as lovely as a tree.

PurestGreen said...

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast...

A poem which, strangely enough, reminds me of New York. Lemon pie and diner coffee.

Quackin' Mad Duck said...

In nature's time, the trees dance to the windswept tune, revealing ancient patterns, the symphony and motion of life, caressed by starlight, the life-generating force of heaven, that radiates its warmth and music across the cosmic reaches....

kryce said...

trees are also good for climbin'