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Spring finally arrives...
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The Good Life
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Peony Farm
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Silent Communication
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Water Dream
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Transformation
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Moments of Reflection
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Springtime with Magenta
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“You never know. Maybe when we’re dreaming…we’re more lucid than when we are awake.” ― Katherine Angela Yeboah
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Sedona Staircase
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Foot Warmer
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New Year Twilight
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Winter Window Sill
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Afternoon Quietude
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"Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day i
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Snow Day
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Longing
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Lingering Drops of Crimson
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Market Square, Newburyport, Massachusetts
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Late night editing madness...
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“The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.” ― H.G. Wells
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Absorbing the Light
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That old devil moon again...
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A Painted November
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"The Store" at White Flower Farm, Litchfield, Connecticut
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Jay-walking Shooter
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"Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see." ~Neil Postman, The Disappearance of Childhood
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“The outer world is a reflection of our inner selves.” ― Bryant McGill
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Kitchen window... Dressed up with the end of summer...
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Not quite day... Not quite night...
