The old tree dies, its falling limbs create shelter for a myriad of tiny critters and Mother Nature places flowers on the grave.
At the time I captured this I was collecting firewood but couldn't bring myself to disturb this scene and moved on.
Processing is dark as I felt it suited my slightly sombre mood at time of capture
At the time I captured this I was collecting firewood but couldn't bring myself to disturb this scene and moved on.
Processing is dark as I felt it suited my slightly sombre mood at time of capture
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