Where crooked limbs reach
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me. ~~ John Fowles
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Earl, your image brought back fond memories of my years working as a forester. Thanks for taking me back!
Glad to tug at those fond memories, Steve. :-)
I also am aware of the sound difference the wind makes at it passes through tree branches of different shapes and seasons of leaves.
For the last couple of weeks it’s been too cold to stop long enough to listen, Monte.
Spooky forest – Great shot!
Thanks, Viator.