Monday, March 24, 2014

Sunday in the Big Shawnee Covert

Emma and I spent Sunday afternoon enjoying the bounty that the Big Shawnee covert had to offer.

A flight was in and Emma was at her finest.
On the walk out of the Shawnee covert through open timber I paused to consider how many centuries these majestic oaks had stood here, silent sentinels watching the years pass.


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