The last hopeless remnants of a rigid frozen state. Isolated holdouts hide deep in the woods clinging to the only thing they know. A cold hard existence.
Some will leave no trace left behind
Others, pooling together will linger in a more fluid state.
But even the iciest holdouts will soon pass to the other side.
Old Man Winter’s crystalline restraints are no match for Spring’s warm embrace.
I just had to get that out of my system even if it meant a double posting today. I liked the images and thought they might give you an idea where some of the mossy rocks in my head come from.
Old Quill Story:
Today’s hike got turned around pretty quickly. I found something I wasn’t prepared for and needed to carry it by hand. I figured it wasn’t too smart to continue tripping around in the woods and risk either breaking it in a fall or setting it down to photograph something else and forgetting it. I did what I normally don’t do. I did the sensible thing. I turned around and took the easy way home.
What Lurks under the leaves?
You’ll have to come back tomorrow to find out. I will not be releasing the identity of the previous owner of these teeth until all graphic evidence of this discovery has been processed. But I’m happy to leave you guessing with this photographic clue. It should give you something to gnaw on while you’re waiting.
Tomorrow’s post will also include reasons for proper tooth care. Viewer discretion is advised.