December is often our crispest month. The first sugary frosts grip the Crane Valley and life beds down to see the winter through. Our year comes to an end, but the new one has already begun.
Feast a close eye on the gnarled bark of an ancient Elder, warmly lit by the fresh light of a December afternoon.
Feast a close eye on the gnarled bark of an ancient Elder, warmly lit by the fresh light of a December afternoon.
Camera: Nikon (E4500) |
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Current: 400px x 300px |