Without leaves on the trees, this huge wasps' nest was revealed. It's high up in this tree, but is probably eighteen-inches from top to bottom. Growing up, my aunt Hoohoo had a paper wasp nest like this and used it as a decoration in one of her guest rooms. I have no idea how she retrieved it originally, and made sure it was empty, but it was a fascinating conversation piece.
Without leaves, the Winterberry's namesakes are revealed.
Without leaves on the bushes above, this vintage galvanized pail is revealed in the woods. I don't know why someone would leave a bucket behind, or why it would stay here for decades. But I left it where I photographed it.
Without leaves, well most of 'em, the twisted trunks of age-old vines are revealed. Pink Gardens' woods are full of these living twists and turns. Literally.
Without leaves, these trees are cleanly reflected symmetrically in the swamp waters below.
B T W :
Longtime, loyal reader, Artichoke Annie, wrote the following poem for this post. She added it to the comments section, but I think it's a great addition to the post itself. Thank you, Annie!
Without Leaves …
… without leaves I'm able to move about freely,
… I miss however the rustling sound usually made when i'm on the go
… I once scurried about in front of your lens unseen
… but now my nakedness is in full view and I must find some small space
… just a small space to provide a cover until Spring
… away from the eyes of those special ones that see us when we are without leaves
—Artichoke Annie, December 4. 2011
Without Leaves...
ReplyDelete...without leaves I'm able to move about freely
...i miss however the rustling sound usually made when I'm on the go
...i once scurried about in front of your lens unseen
...but now my nakedness is in full view and I must find some small space
...just a small space to provide a cover until Spring
...away from the eyes of those special ones that see us when we are without leaves
~ for Casey ~ Artichoke Annie
thank you, Annie! I think I'll add it to the original post.
ReplyDeleteThanks Casey I appreciate it. Your artistry never ceases to inspire me in so many ways.
ReplyDeleteA but 'burry' here today.
CASEY, THE PICTURE WITH THE VINES IF YOU LOOK HARD AT IT YOU CAN SEE THE FIGURE OF A WOMEN. NO REALLY. IT'S IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. ME. THE LARGER VINE.
ReplyDeleteGREAT PICTURES. YOUR WORK ALWAYS GIVE ME BEAUTIFUL CHILLS. THANKS FOR SHARING.
GRANNY
FORGOT TO SAY, MY BROTHER HAS A WASP NEST THAT BIG IN HIS WORK SHED. IT'S BEEN THERE FOREVER.JUST THINK HOW HARD THEY WORKED TO BUILD IT. PERFECT. I'D SAY.
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Maybe this should have been a Halloween post or a tribute to Sleepy Hollow, that's if you seen the Johnny Deep version. There is a scene in the film that closely resembles the twisted vines posted here except they moved in the film, lol.
ReplyDeleteNice poem Annie!
I believe you, Granny. The smaller twisted vines could be hair!
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