Sarah Ross photography:
Ode on a broken lens [32/365]
Sarah Ross photography:
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head [33/365]
Sarah Ross photography:
Walk on by [34/365]
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"Why passive lies our clay" [35/365]
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Humble beginnings [36/365]
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I never let you go [37/365]
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Ethics debacle [38/365]
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A plan implies an architect [39/365]
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Flamingo standing by [40/365]
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The curious incident of the dog in the snow [41/365]
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Sapphire sky [42/365]
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Risky business [43/365]
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The all-seeing Bard [44/365]
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All you need is love and shoelaces [45/365]
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Smeared campaign [46/365]
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Wiggles and licks [47/365]
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Sprinkled cinnamon [48/365]
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Au assez-bon pain [49/365]
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Language of love [50/365]
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Anybody wanna take me home? [51/365]
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Cuppa tea [52/365]
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Soapbox: Labor [53/365]
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Happy Lent! [54/365]
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Wanted: one pumice stone [55/365]
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'Dead flies and bits of fluff' [56/365]
Sarah Ross photography:
The beautiful people [57/365]
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Campus golfer [58/365]
Sarah Ross photography:
Lightning does all the work [59/365]