I love it when the strong winter sun produces dramatic patches of intense burnt-out white. Colour becomes meaningless and shape rules supreme. This was our walk today.
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Sand, Mud, Sea And Sky
I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri...
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Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s... -
I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri...
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