Every morning I walk out to the pond wondering if this is the morning the first ice appears. It's been a warm fall and I am still waiting, and in that waiting there is the enjoyment of watching the pine needles, shaken off in last weeks wind, form their patterns on the waters surface. Bright gold when they first fall the color has dulled and become more subtle.
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| Pine needles forming their patterns against the water lily leaves, 2015 |
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| The colors becoming more subtle, 2015 |
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| at the pond, 2015 |
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| Patterns of pine needles, 2015 |
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