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The wash of tender chill began yesterday. Just enough of a temperature drop to release the choke hold that humidity had on the skin. My night started quite late with a walk to the Mississippi River and a ferry ride over it. On my walk I sang. Alone but not alone with all of the neighborhood cats making fun work of night moths and grasshoppers. ( Read more... )

We are having the most divine cool front right now ( Read more... )

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
~Ansel Adams

The door; colour


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My Great Aunt Pye's long time boyfriend, Anthony, died this morning ( Read more... )

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