Moon, clouds and trees last night.
Close up.
Sun is trying to come up.
Plane overhead in clouds.
Sunrise.
Still a lot of clouds around.
Windy day. . .clouds and trees reflected.
Two squirrels, one goes south and. . .
. . .one goes East.
Blessings,
Janet
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting, that a new world is born. ~ Anais Nin
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