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I think that tree bark, like cloud formations, lends itself to woolgathering. Do you see a face in this image? Does it have an expression? And even without invoking the imagination, the interplay of light and shadows, as well as the variety of colors made me stop and appreciate the feeling it created.
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Clouds invite woolgathering: looking up at a cerulean sky adorned with puffy, filmy, or swirling clouds is simple luxury. This sky stopped me in my tracks – so much there.
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The snow creates so many opportunities for, frankly, woolgathering and whimsy. When I spied a tiny cave created by a curled leaf, I imagined that wandering creatures like fairies might take advantage of the diminutive shelter to get out of the freezing wind and warm up a bit before continuing on. Safe journeys, my friends.
You might think that with all the unexpectedness that occurs on the farm, little would surprise me – but you’d be wrong. While exploring a shot of an ice-ringed pool, I discovered something in its shallow depths that was simply…startling.
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Isn’t it strange how, at times, you might spy something from the corner of your eye – an ordinary object or scene – but it evokes an unexpected response? These coils of hose have been sitting in this spot (clearly not very useful in the snow) and haven’t particularly inspiring…until now. I’ll steer clear of this nest during the darker hours.
She noticed the changes coming on gradually: her skin growing drier, almost crinkly, and strangely ruddy. At first, she simply attributed it to age (and vanity), but when the spots appeared, she grew concerned. What was happening?
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