Saturday, 22 October 2016

Who Knew That Eisenberg Was A Leafy Suburb?

An Afternoon's walk brings many treasures...

A sea of yellow, a sea of dreams and a final goodbye for these leaves.
A forest path reminiscent of Red Riding Hood and one I'd only take with either Bob or a bag of breadcrumbs...
One can almost feel the strength and integrity of this tree. Standing in front of it is breathtaking and somehow I feel as if it helps to give one's soul a tune-up...
...The greens have it...
All this beauty is on the banks of the local road. Most will drive passed without taking in its awesomeness.
At the end of my walk, I ran into Willy and got another tray of his chickens' eggs. Next to his house is a derelict old farm house, yet despite the crumbling exterior it has an astonishingly fabulous window display.

Biggi