There is poetry among these branches of the oak tree, with their few remaining leaves that are quite red in the full light of noon but in the wee hours of morn they are dark shadows fluttering like the wings of moths or butterflies, and then there’s that backdrop of a sky transforming from rosy dawn to bluest day. Poetry, indeed. I’m just not sure where the words are hiding. In some nook or cranny perhaps just waiting to unfurl …
Words + Images 
i continue to love all your work…. thank you… mr. donald
Thank you for viewing, Mr. Langosy. 😉
> Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 16:47:27 +0000 > To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com >
I’d love to see these as large prints hanging next to each other. What a nice pair they are.
That’s a wonderful idea. I will certainly post a note if I make it happen. Thank you! 😉
> Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 17:02:20 +0000 > To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com >
Branches against sky is an eternal favorite sight!
I just love that second photo ! keep getting up at daybreak for us…
I’ll do my best. 😉
> Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 16:05:14 +0000 > To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com >