September 6, 2010

Round Trip

The sun ever-sparkles and the season never fades.  Still dreaming of California - - I see a final sip, dried foliage, an emptied hotel room.

Where I live the seasons noticeably shift as we cycle along in tandem.  Things end only to begin anew.

1 comment:

  1. Very nice work, but I especially like the far right image.


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