I’ve photographed (and posted) this several times. There’s something about how pure this recently painted white wall looks and the way there’s nothing in front of it but this lone tree that I can’t help trying to capture and re-capture. Perhaps, one day, I’ll get it right… or move on.
A loner.with no leaves..branches of a tree..still you look up to sky..and see..against a back drop so blank as yourself..pity..of beauty can be related to your tragedy..no fruits..no leaves..not green..no birds no life..just breeze would pass..