The Coves

remains of an orchard

the sublime enchantment of wandering the ruins of the apples thru gothic corridors of their dead branches and the scent of a new spring gives way to the density of that wild; and tis where the blooms remain. submitted for the weekly photo challenge \ dense


Miles Away From Grey

As Autumn turns to Winter, I am dancing away and that which once haunted my periphery. Made my way back to The Coves. Those abandoned Apple Trees helped me to cope with a dying marriage. And thinking this morn of how Tim LOVED going for walks he would have loved these places. No bossy Tim, […]