On the banks of the Great Myree, the old willow, now bent and crooked with age, shed a single tear. It froze one cold winter’s night, and has remained so through summer heat and seasons rainfalls for countless years. Like fossilised amber the tear shall remain as long as the old willow shall stand.
December 2017, Staffordshire England.
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The enlarged view shows the gradations in color much better. It’s a gorgeous tree. I hope it has many years left.
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It has to be one of my favourite trees around here and one I visit regularly on my walks. The river runs just beyond it out of view. Thank you 🙂
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Your words are a lovely accompaniment to this wonderful photo!
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That is kind of you to say so, Belinda. Thank you 🙂
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A Beautiful Shot!
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Thank you, Dwight 🙂
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Oh how you grabbed my attention with your words Pete. Just beautiful.
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Why thank you very much, Diana 🙂 I appreciate that!
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Lovely stuff Pete.
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Very poetic! Lovely tree.
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Thank you very much, Helen 🙂
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An amazing tree och so nicely written! 🙂
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Thank you so kindly, Anita 🙂
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What a beautiful old tree. Unlike your critters these aren’t in danger of scuttling off.
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Thank you 🙂 That is one advantage of photographing trees, except when visiting Middle Earth and trying to photograph the Ents 😉
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Hoom hom…I think they’d take so long deciding, that you would have managed the photo 🙂 lol
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LOL! 🙂
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Exquisite❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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