Saturday, 6 June 2020

lone man...

in the fresh golds...

The dawn of a new day, no matter how beautiful, can strike a few nervous fears of the unknown...

sea currents...

not all verticals...

mystery of a rainy night...

old woods and broken glass...

even in a crumbling world...

eyes of the young...

This moment in time seems to be set in ice...

clouds sweep low...

I love the mystery of the low morning cloud... the day is still creating the question...

one home...

Vast landscape space under a dramatic sky demands to be noticed...

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