Come, my friends,
'tis not too late to seek a new world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all western stars, until I die.
Tennyson, "Ulysses"
When i first saw this photo it tweaked my brain.
the way the small valley winds around and some of the branches twist down. great color. The shadows are a little heavy.
but I dont know much if anything about photography.
10/Fav.............