There is a small isolated wind-swept island in the middle of Wellington Bay. It is most renown for being a quarantine for arriving passengers and then later for diseased animals. There is this one tree, totally contorted by the environment, that sits on the highest hill. If I was going to be here for a number of seasons I would turn it into my “Monet Haystacks” and head out there in all environments to photograph it.
Totally gorgeous, going Ansel on me and I like it, and the tree and you are worthy of each other. Seriously.
Debra Frasier Author and Illustrator http://www.debrafrasier.com
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