There’s this rose garden in the park by my house, and I took this picture during sunset with the last sun rays beaming down from the sunset. 23 more words
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With camera club administrivia behind me until the end of January, I set out to take pictures.
I normally aim for the end of the day, so I should not complain about the narrow window of opportunity. 282 more words
Uncommonly strong, it stays purple, while elsewhere the street is lined with debris from seasons which the trees soon forgot. Confused fig-leaves turn golden, drop to the ground as rain gushes gutters and sunscreen, umbrellas, opposites, swap in uncertain hands – yet lilac and stoic at the end of my street Jacaranda declares it is summer.