Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.

Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.


Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.

Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.

While we have skated by this fall with warmer and drier weather something about this morning brought a certain feeling that our luck is about to run out.

Finding solitude in colors and quiet.
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