January’s a fresh start. It’s also a cold, unembellished, minimalist reality.
Branches stretch tall in a cold winter sky. The way they’ve always done. Like some fabulously strong declaratory sentence.
Sometimes those trees come down. I’ve seen them come down, and that’s a sad day. But when I look out, I see strength. The ancient strength of magnificent trees who throw all caution to the wind and stand between me and the heavens. As is their way.
etikser 
Lovely picture that captures the essence of January.
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So true about January and trees.
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Such a peaceful image.
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Lovely photograph. Your words are stunning and true. A fallen tree is a sad and fearsome thing.
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Thank you so much. I wish they would last forever. But they don’t. The sad reality.
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