The Morning Porch

October 11, 2009 by Dave Bonta

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

October 12, 2009 at 9:30 am

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

October 12, 2009 at 9:53 am

Hi Beth! Glad you liked that.

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