Well, nothing says Christmas like throwing your old Christmas tree off of the bridge to let it rot until February or god knows when. Some people question evolution, but I know it exists because I see people de-evolving into grunting, drooling cro-magnons everyday. When you think about it, this is probably more of a mutation effect as cro-magnons wouldn't waste energy on something this meaningless.
Did you ever wonder what the inside of an old oak tree looks like? Looking skyward thru the "Elf Door Tree." Needs a little roof work.
I'm thinking this is "side-oats grama", a perennial prairie grass whose seeds have made it this far thru the winter. Kind of like those pull-off phone numbers for "Roommate Wanted" or "Buy my Bike" handbills.
Minnehaha Falls with a fresh coat of snowflakes. The ice tells a million stories. One day I'm going to be framing up a picture and a giant glacier-sized chunk is going to cleave off and explode at the bottom. I hope I have the wits to press the shutter.
Did you ever wonder what the inside of an old oak tree looks like? Looking skyward thru the "Elf Door Tree." Needs a little roof work.
I'm thinking this is "side-oats grama", a perennial prairie grass whose seeds have made it this far thru the winter. Kind of like those pull-off phone numbers for "Roommate Wanted" or "Buy my Bike" handbills.
Minnehaha Falls with a fresh coat of snowflakes. The ice tells a million stories. One day I'm going to be framing up a picture and a giant glacier-sized chunk is going to cleave off and explode at the bottom. I hope I have the wits to press the shutter.
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