I am fascinated by the contrast in Birch trees. The way they reach up so straight and tall, the white of the bark and the black of the scaring. The trees them selves sway gently in the wind but their leaves, how they dance and flicker in the breeze. They can be a forest that is impassible or friendly soldiers that welcome you to walk among their numbers. They never block out the sun but warm it with the filter of their leaves. Truly lovely in their many contrasts. I love the summer time, walking among them with the long dry grass at my ankles and the filtered warm sun on my head.
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