In the neighborhoods of Big City Like No Other, discarded Christmas trees are everywhere: leaning against wrought iron fences, propped against brick, piled together at the bottom of staircases. When wind rushes between the buildings, they roll across the sidewalks and brush against parked cars, their needles the only bit of green in a landscape of brown and grey.
4 comments:
Really nice shot, Jo(e). I bet a night version would be good too.
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Send those trees down here. We use them for wetland restoration along the Gulf Coast.
Off until August! Lucky you.
I've been out for a bit so have just caught up with all of your recent posts. Are you planning on going anywhere especially exotic during this long vacation?
Blackened Boy: It's not exactly a vacation -- I'll be doing a different kind of work, writing every day. I'm going to a few conferences but nothing particularly exotic. I'll mostly be at my own desk, working on my book.
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