A rook stands proud in the chessboard of pine tops.
The glaze of sunset upon the forest treetops.
The soft rattle of palm kernels in the wind.
The charred trees hold their ground.
Shall we dance...an unlikely embrace.
A gliding vulture is a good guide.
Little flowers are hard to find but beautiful nonetheless.
New trees give up Autumn colors.
Beauty of nature at it's best...
ReplyDeleteThe picture of the rook is wonderful.. :)
Thanks Sumit... the rooks have a funny giggle in the mornings! Namaste!
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