It covers every limb and rock and with the many varieties, when examined closely, it resembles tiny little forests...what goes on in these minuscule landscapes?
The little golden back fern grows along this route too.
As does the lovely copper skinned Arbutus tree.
A few relics of the old telegraph line still stand along the trail which once belonged to the railway.
The mist was hugging the mountainside and gave way to images of Chinese paintings...
And still the moss is everywhere...
On the way home look who was parked across from the pub, just outside the village...
Wrapped in their fuzzy winter coats...
Trying to get a taste of my camera lense...
No doubt enjoying a bit of sun and dry weather as well.
1 comment:
Your photography is wonderful and the subjects of your art is memorable. Thanks for stopping by the wild magnolia.
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