Moss, Spruce, Rain
Moss, Spruce, Rain

Moss, Spruce, Rain


The air is warm, but other than that it’s harder to tell here that spring is in full bloom.  There are no blossoms in the moss, no birds in these branches.  The rain does not collect in tinkling brooks.  It’s like the Wood between the Worlds.  Thoughts are slow and movement is silent.


  1. Your senses hear, see, smell then process through your heart. The result is is what we read – heartfelt, insightful, introspective – a picture captured and revealed through your expressive words. I am in awe.

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