The rolling hills wore a tapestry of golden larches, their branches swaying like harp strings in the autumn breeze. In the distance, a bridge emerged from the clouds, a sentinel to unseen realms. The larches whispered secrets of time, their beauty fleeting, yet forever etched in memory—a timeless dance of nature's artistry.
Photograph taken by awhurst.
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The rolling hills wore a tapestry of golden larches, their branches swaying like harp strings in the autumn breeze. In the distance, a bridge emerged from the clouds, a sentinel to unseen realms. The larches whispered secrets of time, their beauty fleeting, yet forever etched in memory—a timeless dance of nature's artistry.
Photograph taken by awhurst.
An open edition.
- Ventes
- Transferts