The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta October 11, 2009 2

Cold and clear. Stripes of sunlight don’t distinguish between the gold on the trees and the gold already on the ground: everything glows.

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Beth Westmark
15 years ago Permalink

Beautiful, Dave. Makes me happy somehow, to think of this image. I’ll carry it around in my head today.
Dave Bonta
15 years ago Permalink

Hi Beth! Glad you liked that.

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