Wild night
The wind is getting up, I can hear it in the oak tree by the gate and the door is rattling. When Nutmeg and I go out last thing, we'll be blown away. He'll be able to catch tantalising snatches of scent from across the valley and I'll hear the wind rushing through the trees like the sound of a distant torrent.
2 comments:
Good clouds are always nice to look at. I took a similar shot to this today (yesterday now) which I'll put on my blog.
hey mig, thanks for stopping by my place. i've got as far down as this and just had to stop a mo and say that your photography rocks and you write beautifully.....
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