ROCKS AND SHRUBS

ROCKS AND SHRUBS

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I stood on the top of a cliff, winter wind blowing around carried a promise of warmth that blew gaiety into every bush, every leaf, tress, the huge hills stood like as if watching my every move amongst the wilderness. 

I noticed a rough coarse, long, brownish yellow grass waving and rustling in the winter breeze. Each tuft of wildly grown grass has created a harmonious ambiance between the bushes, the rocks and encircling lush green hills. I tried to bring in these wild bushes, mighty rocks into the focus of my lens and also to include the green camouflage of the hills.

ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
ROCKS AND SHRUBS
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