The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 21, 2013 4

A slow snow. I love that brief period before the walk is completely buried: the random mottling, the impression of a great, anonymous crowd.

4 Comments

Joanne
12 years ago Permalink

Beautiful! I just discovered your site. I think I would “like” every one of your posts if this was Facebook. What a lovely, peaceful place – I will have to visit every morning.
1. Dave Bonta
  12 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks! Hope it doesn’t disappoint. (I could add Like buttons easily enough, but when the text is so brief, I’m wary of surrounding it with too much clutter, that’s all.)
frantelope
12 years ago Permalink

you are a detail collector too!!! wonderful! thank you for this!
1. Dave Bonta
  12 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks for stopping by.

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