Thursday, March 24, 2016

Turner falls

Is it strange that I love being in summer places during the winter? 
Something about naked branches and fallen leaves slows time down. 
No leaves filtering the sunlight and the dry soil beneath my feet, I leave no footprints behind me.
Fresh cold air fill our lungs as we stroll up the hill and enjoy a rather spectacular view from the peak.
I shot a couple of photo along the way