Moorland – a small mysterious piece of land in the North. It is made up of a magic triangle. A lake, a black, dark moor and a white, light moor. No humans live there, just deer, foxes, birds and insects. Mmmmmh… no humans? Once in a while an old wizard walks into this area… trying to steal pictures of the landscape and wildlife with his magic cube.
But so far he couldn’t get past the guardian of the moor.
He doesn’t know the secret phrase. Do you know the phrase to get into Moorland? (to be continued)
Happy days. Reinhold
Beautiful Reinhold… love the light on the tree
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Perhaps it is never Moore. Love the tree.
Thanks, Sherry. I will try it this evening. May be… 🙂 Reinhold
an exceptional light in autumn
Thanks. Yes it was exceptional. But only for 10 minutes. It is good to be there at the right time. Happy days. Reinhold
Love the golden light on that ‘guardian’ tree. Its an image full of mystery with that dark background.
Almost like a ray of hope in a sea of black depression.
Thank you so much, Vicki. I love the way you describe my images. So talented with words. Smiles and happy days. Reinhold
Intriguing…..
Margaret, thanks and I will try this word this evening. May be… 🙂 Reinhold