A beautiful tree near Armidale, in the New England region of northern NSW, silhouetted by the rising sun and the mist, March 2010. It instantly put me in mind of the poem (below).
There is no colouring applied here, although it looks like a sepia tone, it was the natural hues of the morning. It has very little PP at all, just a slight tweak in a Vibrance/Saturation layer.
H2 | P20 | 80mm
(Alfred) Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.