The seasons have a magical way of easing us into the inescapable reality that time passes and waits for no one. Before the grey starkness of winter, we are flooded by a gush of warm color to keep us hopeful for the coming of spring. Nature is the best artist.
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Beautiful “whispers”
Focus and the lack of it is an incredibly strong statement. I have always loved how you use it or the lack of it so skillfully.
Thanks my dear. I appreciate your reflection