all pulped out

i think that I shall never see
a poem as 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.

Joyce Kilmer
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i got to spend the day in the country with my friend ludgera

i managed to take 381 photographs

and will post some of my favorites tomorrow

above--one of the shots

a layer mask lu found on the internet

i added a bokeh layer from shadowhouse

and one of my own grunge layers

and then added a few scratches with a brush