Bristlecone pines are thousands of years old, perched on cliffs in harsh, windy deserts. Gracefully declaring their permanent hold on the essentials, these pines stand witness to a multitude of natural experiences.
I stand here like the bristlecone, clinging to the edge of the cliff, an old soul witnessing the seasons of the earth.
5 comments:
I love it. That's hilarious!
What a great shot!
That is the essence of a true ferocious hunter.
Oh my gosh this had me laughing!!
reminds of of Kathy in our Dryer what a fun shot
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