Taking notes, writing in my head. The long work week is finally done, and I’m taking a breath. Stood outside for a while with the camera, amazed by the quality of light. A rare moment of rest. Autumn is holding her breath, waiting for
her turn on the dance floor.
I love photographing the light, but I write the dark. It’s an odd dichotomy.
Ordinary Handsome 
@”Autumn is holding her breath,
waiting for her turn
on the dance floor.”
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splendid like a genuine haiku… 🙂
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Perhaps I’ll try another one and make it genuine. 🙂
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