Wednesday, 2 April 2008

Woods above Moncontour, afternoon.

A carnage of tree felling affords a wealth of photographs.

A small plaque on a stick in a slough of mud announces the obvious - 'boue'.

Anemones, celandine, periwinkles, primroses, violets.

2 comments:

Plutarch said...

Nostalgie...?

Lucy said...

I should have expected nothing less of you Joe!