A sight often seen throughout the state of Ohio—fields divided by treeline. The large tree, its branches arcing toward the sky as if making an offering its bounty of leaves, is what truly caught my eye here; as we were zipping by at about 60, I’m quite happy this turned out as it did!
Over the summer, my husband and I were rather surprised to stumble across a very pretty, small grove of cypress trees at the Dawes Arboretum. Like most folks (I suppose), we associated cypress with the South, not the midwest, yet here they were—and looking quite healthy to boot. There’s a little boardwalk that takes you into and through the swamp, which is both helpful and unnerving for someone with mild vertigo like myself. Even so, I soldiered on!
Though my husband has been working very long hours since New Year’s (he’s in charge of an important project that, apparently, no one else can do, so the poor man is fried), we did find time to visit the Arboretum’s cypresses again just to see how it looks in the snow. We arrived rather late in the day for wintertime, but there was still enough light filtering through the woods to get a few nice photos. Some of them are a bit silhouette-ish—I was experimenting a little bit.
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