#183 - Mossy Twigs

By the path there is a tree that is still bare apart from the moss that grows in clumps on every twig. It is like a picture of a tree from some Disney-esque landscape, or childrens' fairy-tale illustration. Although I am watching the buds everyday, willing them to open, I will miss the sculptural quality of the bare trees, the sharp lines and edges of the Winter skyline in the woods.