There were dancing trees...
...and a UFO...
The UFO plus mole hills...
The UFO in a neighbouring field...
...but we weren't interested...
...nor were we...
There is an interesting juxtaposition of village/farm life and incongruous yet attractive grandeur. The mole hills, the Mausoleum, the rolling Howardian Hills, the trees - the shapes all reflect and repeat one another. Even the sheep and the horses' rumps have that rounded solidity.
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Amber's reading homework was a story called Crinkum-Crankum by Margaret Mahy. The tree just looked like that! :o) It is a fanciful name for any object that is full of twists and turns! :o)
ReplyDeleteI love those trees. It's one of the advantages to being here in winter - seeing the skeletons of trees.
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