Fruit of the Spoils
In a remote corner of the sprawling Dinowric quarry a lone birch flowers in autumnal gold.
It amazes me that in this barren hillside of unwanted slate life has taken root. Sheltered by the walls of one of the many inclines it had survived the buffeting of the gales.
It’s rich orange leaves a visual contradiction to the drab grey slate walls and spoils, darkened by a passing squall not long before.
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