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Reflections of Apples


The apple trees grow in a garden high above a backwater of the Leet. It is a hot day in September, and I have to wade through shoulder-high stinging nettles to get near the water, which photographs so blue, with the nearer leaves so black. I have a kind of longing to go into this mysterious garden high above me.

September 24, 2013 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments


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