There are times when I feel as old as the hills, and when I stand on top of those hills the view is breath-taking. Here I stand, taking in the view. Join me. Enjoy.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Evening Light
Each evening brings its own different light. I know it’s hard to distinguish from here, but the tiny speck in the picture is red. Sometimes they appear no clearer, and its only because I’ve seen them before that I know they are red.
Sometimes they are little more than ghosts in the sky.
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