“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'
Friday, 31 January 2014
Thursday, 30 January 2014
masses of green leaves...
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Monday, 27 January 2014
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Saturday, 25 January 2014
Friday, 24 January 2014
greens frame blues...
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Wednesday, 22 January 2014
spindly etching...
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
Monday, 20 January 2014
palms at the marina...
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Saturday, 18 January 2014
Friday, 17 January 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Wednesday, 15 January 2014
yellow magic...
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
Monday, 13 January 2014
plants by the sands...
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Westernport Bay
Sunday, 12 January 2014
Saturday, 11 January 2014
wild and spidery...
Friday, 10 January 2014
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Monday, 6 January 2014
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Thursday, 2 January 2014
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