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When all the leaves are gone

Tom Gomez

Joined January 2008

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During winter, the deciduous trees lose their summer covering of leaves and stand bare, waiting for the turn of the seasons when they will bloom again.

These trees are standing in the wooded glen of the Birks o’ Aberfeldy.

The Birks o’ Aberfeldy is a popular circular walk through wonderful mixed woodland on the outskirts of Aberfeldy in the Breadalbane region of Highland Perthshire (Breadalbane means “Highland Scotland” in Gaelic). Shot taken on Saturday 20th December 08 in the middle of our winter.

Originally known as the ‘Den of Moness’. The name changed following the visit of poet Robert Burns in August 1787, when he penned his song ‘The Birks o’ Aberfeldy’.

The Birks (meaning Birch) of Aberfeldy is a stunning wooded glen, and offers approximately 2 miles of well surfaced and way marked trails and paths along the edge of a steep gorge, through which flows the Moness Burn. The circular walk crosses the burn twice, with the upper bridge affording excellent views down the gorge.

Three bracketed JPGs converted to HDR in Photomatix Pro 4.1.4.

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Related shots can be found at: Highland Scotland.

Fifth place in A Celebration Of The Bard challenge : 14 Mar 09
Featured in : The Scots Are Coming Group : 14 Mar 09

The Birks O’ Aberfeldy

Chorus:
Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldie!

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o’er the crystal streamlet plays;
Come, let us spend the lightsome days,
In the birks of Aberfeldie!

While o’er their heads the hazels hing;
The little birdies blithely sing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the birks of Aberfeldie!
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The braes ascend like lofty wa’s,
The foaming stream, deep-roaring, fa’s,
O’er-hung wi’ fragrant spreading shaws,
The birks of Aberfeldie.
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The hoary cliffs are crown’d wi’ flowers,
White o’er the linns the burnie pours,
And, rising, weets wi’ misty showers
The birks of Aberfeldie.
Chorus

Let Fortune’s gifts at random flee,
They ne’er shall draw a wish frae me;
Supremely blest wi’ love and thee
In the birks of Aberfeldie.

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