The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
Hmm nice words, beautiful photo. It reminds me when I was very young we used to split the ends gently and stick them to our noses... a half on each side and voila... we were rhinos lol Rose