tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958308802715772479.post4959002830600013565..comments2024-03-13T13:04:44.772-03:00Comments on Tomass Hawkke's Naked Nature: Last to GoTomass Hawkkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179136712926030101noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958308802715772479.post-53436506991296835752012-10-31T10:08:02.648-03:002012-10-31T10:08:02.648-03:00Thank you, Hoosier Honyock.
Looking out the windo...Thank you, Hoosier Honyock.<br /><br />Looking out the window this morning, I doubt I will be taking many more leaf pictures this year. All but a few limbs naked and grey, whispers and rustles hushed, the wind's voice hardened to winter.Tomass Hawkkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11179136712926030101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2958308802715772479.post-83797930432300143332012-10-31T00:36:01.568-03:002012-10-31T00:36:01.568-03:00Warm, delicate hues: the lingering or half-remembe...Warm, delicate hues: the lingering or half-remembered warmth of summer past. I bow to the master of chiaroscuro.Hoosier Honyockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02722219537266710980noreply@blogger.com