Sometimes when viewing natural lighting for a trail, and seeing all kinds of branches going all over the place, it creates a little tunnel like view, reminded me of the movie, Sleepy Hallow.
This is the bridge at my lake house on Tate mountain
I have been going through virtually all of my digital photographs since I "went" digital in 2004. Despite having spent most of my career in the photographic field, my life has taken me in directions in which personal photography sort of fell off my map.
There are many vistas to admire along the many path on the ground of the Mohonk Mountain House in New Paltz, New York located in the Catskill Mountains. This lone tree "on the edge" seemed to have become one with the fence along the path.
my favorite tree
The day I reached the Bamboo Groves in Arashiyama in Kyoto it was stinking hot. Clutching desperately at my empty bottle of Pocari Sweat I was near point of collapse from the heat and a severe overdose of sightseeing.