“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. “Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?” Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.” ~ By Frances O’Roark Dowell in 'Where I’d like to be'
Saturday, 31 January 2015
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reflecting on greens...
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
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art of tree shadows...
Friday, 23 January 2015
past the trees to the beach...
Thursday, 22 January 2015
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waters in a leafy frame...
Monday, 19 January 2015
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trees in evening light...
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shrubs and white flowers...
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
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weeping in white...
Monday, 5 January 2015
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grassy tufts and plants...
Saturday, 3 January 2015
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