Bent and violently twisted, the winter-gripped tree branches surround the old stone cottage as if it were nature’s trophy over mankind.

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Come the Irish springtime and the old cottage will disappear from prying eyes again.

Dark and haunted will give way to lush and green as the months roll on. The spring never fails to deliver in Ireland…unlike the summers which can often arrive with unfulfilled promises.

(This shot was taken about 2 miles from where I live)

 

 

Trees

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