Well, that was quick, favorite, yup, right away, favorite. Stunning capture, absolutely drawn to this scene, The tree, the sky, the touch of color...subtle, soothing and composition is amazing. WOW.
See by the bare branches that the witch still is underway at her broomstick, Steve, ☺ ! Wonderful image. If it will be an entry for the current 'Characters in Nature' contest, wish you success with it!
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Well seeing this brings to mind RL Stevenson's 'Windy Nights' especially the second verse. The poem used to scare me as a child - not that there were many Highwaymen passing my house ! The crying trees I imagined to look just like this one. Come to think of it there weren't many trees about either ! Anyway, it is a very good photo that evokes a lot of feeling Steve.
WHENEVER the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again.
My thanks to all who leave comments for my work and to those of you who like one enough to make it a favourite. To touch just one person that way makes each image worthwhile. . . . . . . . . .. . . . "The question is not what you look at, but what you see" ~ Marcel Proust
However, it looks good like this. Don't burn anyone at the stake.
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