Nature is never static. Open spaces in the countryside and the city alike are filled with twists and turns, unexpected scenery and quaint objects, as well as curves.
It’s rare that I can find trees that are curved and bent this much. Whenever I do, I take a photo; there’s something about the intertwining branches that enchants me.
A seemingly harmless path in a small wood, but where does it lead? Does it continue to curve until it reaches a dead-end, a clearing, a street, or something else entirely?
Feel free to tell me what you think in the comments!