Fall, Leaves, Fall
Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
A seriers of photos I've taken on my last few visits to St Ives Estate in Bingley. The fist series of photos were taken in Cuckoo Nest Woods and the later ones were taken on a walk up to The Druids Alter.
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Cuckoo Nest Wood |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Bridleway to Druids Alter |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood Farm Road |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood Farm Road |
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| Druids Alter |
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| Druids Alter |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Golden Leaves |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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| Alter Wood |
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