Wordless Wednesday By AratiMarch 18, 2015 ( 6 ) Share this:FacebookTwitterWhatsAppPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Landscapes, Photography, The JourneyTags: California, Earthscapes, Photography, Reflections, Wordless Wednesday Related Articles Monochrome Mondays: Winter sparkles By Arati2 weeks ago ( 2 ) Wordless Wednesday By Arati2 weeks ago ( 6 ) Monochrome Mondays: Field of plastic in the afternoon sun By Arati3 weeks ago ( 3 ) 6 comments › Hariod Brawn March 19, 2015 • 3:57 am What a beautiful tree – the oak in the foreground – and the halo effects in the sky are wonderfully captured. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Arati March 19, 2015 • 1:00 pm Thank you Hariod. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Nitya March 18, 2015 • 10:55 pm stunning photo LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Arati March 18, 2015 • 11:06 pm Thanks Nitya. LikeLike Reply ↓ Arati March 18, 2015 • 10:34 pm It’s the old grandma oak tree behind my house. I see her first thing every morning when it gets light. I will miss her presence, her holding of this space. LikeLike Reply ↓ Karuna March 18, 2015 • 10:08 pm Beautiful…. and ethereal……. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply to Hariod Brawn Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
What a beautiful tree – the oak in the foreground – and the halo effects in the sky are wonderfully captured.
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Thank you Hariod.
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stunning photo
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Thanks Nitya.
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It’s the old grandma oak tree behind my house. I see her first thing every morning when it gets light. I will miss her presence, her holding of this space.
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Beautiful…. and ethereal…….
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