I was standing next to the creek that flows under this railroad bridge, taking pictures of old trees, sparse winter canopies, intensely reflected-blue water, and other beautiful things, when I glanced over toward these rocks and found the antidote to pretty: stone and wood.
Wood and Stone
Wood and Stone
Wood and Stone
I was standing next to the creek that flows under this railroad bridge, taking pictures of old trees, sparse winter canopies, intensely reflected-blue water, and other beautiful things, when I glanced over toward these rocks and found the antidote to pretty: stone and wood.