These autumn mornings are either a flood of gold or a winking and blinking of it as the indigo clouds stretch and split. Often when entering the living room, the neighbour’s tulip tree blazes its brilliance, branches waiving as if… Read more
photo journal observing an ordinary life in a beautiful world
These autumn mornings are either a flood of gold or a winking and blinking of it as the indigo clouds stretch and split. Often when entering the living room, the neighbour’s tulip tree blazes its brilliance, branches waiving as if… Read more