The Tree, and the Island #fivewords

Weekly Writing Challenge #148   There you stand, the only one of your kind left, Feet wet, maybe, but your crown dried out - as if your part was to play, the dead tree on the island; a sad note on the emerald lake. Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis

Faith In Things Unseen

Fractals in the sky, soon Spring will be with us…

A Certain Slant of Light Photography

The bare branches of a tree, stark against a morning sky. Only had my iPhone with me, which lends some credence to the school of thought that the best camera is the one with you.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom,
but we hope it, we know it.
– Goethe

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
– Hebrews 11:1


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