The woods are beginning to dry out and the blue winter sky picks out the detail on every bare branch. These are the woods at the top of the road. If they have a proper name I don't know what it is. To me they are just "the woods".
Broken Crafts And Rescued Shadows
When my time comes, I wouldn't mind a memorial like this. There's an appropriate look of regret at the passing of the person whose...
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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... -
Whilst 198392cjh is the only person/machine/computer programme to have provided feedback to my Daily Photo Blog (see "Apple Campers Bui...
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