"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." ~ ~ ~ John Muir

Saturday, June 12, 2010

A Walk Around Bled

A stream that runs into Lake Bohinj (Bo-heen).









A lovely church in a nearby village.

An old hay-drying rack.

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