Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
– Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
Love the mood in this photo. That is exactly what it felt like to stand there in the setting winter sun.
I collect hearts, in general, and especially in photographs. I have found them in the strangest places – pebbles, clouds, the rusting sides of ships. Now I have found one in the trunk of a tree.