. . . I went for a walk by myself next to a timid, whispering creek . . .
. . . with towering trees accompanying me along the secluded path . . .
. . . and fragile fragments of autumn floating silently on the surface of static waters . . .
. . . beneath bare branches that applauded lightly in a brisk breeze.
And I realized that although I was alone, I didn’t feel lonely.
Photographs copyright Mike Yost 2015
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Enjoyed your work, you have a heat eye for composition. Thanks also for visiting my posts. Merry Christmas!
Thanks for the comment and the visit! I enjoyed your photographs as well, especially your shots of the Winston-Salem Southbound Railyard, which I found particularly striking.