There is no Wi-Fi in the forest, but I promise you will find a better connection.
‘Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin—inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.