Thursday morning at 7:24:
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I wasn't trying to catch exactly the same view, but I did have a favorite cluster of trees.
Wednesday morning at 7:29:
Thursday morning at 7:24:
Thursday morning at 7:24:
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Trees are always so thin in the wild.
Now you’ve started something…:)!
When we find good local spots for a scenic photograph, we tend to return to them. During the summer months when sunrise occurs on the way to work, I have some favorite spots with palm trees that have given me some beautiful shots. The make for a good foreground for the brilliant colors behind them.
Nice. Great spot and subject for vertical panorama. Like a morning stretch.
Like the color contrast.
The colors changed a lot from one day to the next.
Also: It's interesting to notice that green is one of the fall colors. It contributes a lot.
When it comes to trees which congregate (or is it conjugate) together, is it cluster, clump or grove?
When my dad was stationed in Korea, he bought a set of 4 oil paintings of the exact same woodland scene in each of the four seasons. The colors were brilliant to the point of garishness (not a "great art" guy, my dad, but he knows what he likes - and these may have reminded him of Wisconsin). They were over our breakfast table for years, in various houses. Gave me something to look at in the mornings.
I like! Lovely path...
When it comes to trees which congregate (or is it conjugate) together, is it cluster, clump or grove?
I have always liked the word 'copse' but I don't think this grouping fits the definition. I see a copse of trees as small and surrounded by open plains.
“When it comes to trees which congregate (or is it conjugate) together, is it cluster, clump or grove?”
It’s a copse of trees, like the famous copse at the wall in Gettysburg.
Your photos have been outstanding lately. The blush of the trees made me smile.
"Where 'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade.
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade."
Handel's Semele, libretto by Congreve
Who blows the leaves off the path?
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