"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

~ Of Fence and Fog and Woodland ~ Stone Island, Florida

6 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Have a good day
With unexpected blessings...

brandi said...

~hauntingly beautiful...i could wander through there and allow myself to get lost...warm wishes and brightest blessings~

AkasaWolfSong said...

The hauntingly beautiful mists of the forest enveloping one in tranquility....

I feel peace here...

Divine Blessings and Love!

mxtodis123 said...

I am absolutely in love with this photo. This is my kind of place.

Melodie said...

So beautiful...it makes me wonder who has been there in the past....ghost like I guess.I always wonder when I see places that look old who has been there before us.

Juli said...

I was born here in the Ozarks but I spent much of my girlhood playing among the moss laden Live Oaks. I can smell the sweet earthy damp even now.

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