
It’s the simple oddities, the altered and possibly even strange, that I enjoy most. Is this the road less traveled that Frost wrote of so long ago? Then again, long in who’s mind? That partial-swamp, the pathway leading deep into the woods, was itself before the words were written. And how strange for me to think those saplings are the new growth; two of which are already bent at the knees forever bowing to the less disadvantaged.
Photo taken by Matt. Location: Maine.
Cold, desolate and beautiful.
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Absolutely true and beautiful!
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Beauty in isolation indeed ❤️
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I like that 🙂
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So wonderful and leaves me with so many things to thinking about. How old is a sapling tree? I never thought about how small tree may be twice my age.
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And the height may depend on the species and also its geography. Happy hunting 😀
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