I took this photo on one of the few dry mornings we've had recently. The towering branches of the oak trees, dotted with crows, painted a picture of black on white. I always enjoy watching the crows which mass in these trees at the end of the road where I live.
What do you think? Depressing? Foreboding? Stark? Or do you find something inspirational and thoughtful in this image?
What does it inspire you to write?