Nature is timeless.
Whenever I walk amongst the Cottonwood trees at Covington Park, I think of how they might have looked in the past, how a photographer in the 1900’s might have seen them and decided to publish a book of his pictures. These pages are the remnants of that book, the binding having deteriorated and fallen away long ago, just the single, found pages remain. A testament to the timeless beauty he found there.
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