“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'
Monday, 31 March 2014
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Monday, 24 March 2014
lemon banksia...
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Safety Beach
Sunday, 23 March 2014
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rain puddle shapes...
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puddle,
reflections,
Safety Beach,
sign,
tree
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
softly framing a sign...
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grasses,
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sign
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
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tree-framed roadway...
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
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tangle of wild life...
Monday, 10 March 2014
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tree trunk textures...
Saturday, 8 March 2014
tall and graceful...
Friday, 7 March 2014
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living colour...
Monday, 3 March 2014
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