From mountain towers of needle threads,
this tree from Arctic lands rests,
Wayfarers marker on journey’s long,
wind’s kiss release of her children,
To chance and fate’s touch.
On the edge of Sheriff Hutton’s forgotten second first castle, stands a pine tree. On a Spring’s day with the sun in the right spot, hit the cone with a gentle breeze and pollen fills the air in a gentle mist. Shot in North Yorkshire.
Converted into black and white and best viewed large.
Shot on an Olympus E30.