In order.
"October’s sun slips behind the
trees like a secret whispered in amber—soft, fleeting, and full of grace."
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Sunday Sunset
In order. "October’s sun slips behind the trees like a secret whispered in amber—soft, fleeting, and full of grace."
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I ran into an old friend this week, Mr. Groundhog!! This is the first one I've seen this year, and I like to post at least one a ye... -
Driving home from snapping the sunset, I saw these purple lights around the corner. We went to check them out. They were on the railing of ... -
Every evening around sunset, the geese fly overhead. And even though their warning honks are loud, I have never been able to get a photo of...
2 comments:
Ginny, the poem is lovely and your sunset captures are absolutely stunning!!! Wow!
Yes, wow! To both the pictures and the poem.
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