The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 24, 2014 3

Cold and bright. The trees stand in their melted pits, legacy of the recent thaw. I watch the wind shred a fast-moving cloud.

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Shirley A McElhaney
11 years ago Permalink

Just to let you know how much I enjoy “your view” each from the porch. Simply said – and yet so detailed that I can see it so well.
1. Dave Bonta
  11 years ago Permalink
  
  Hey, thanks for the feedback. Good to know you’re reading along.
Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)
11 years ago Permalink

Wonderful images!

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