skipping stones

trying to find the right rocks for big jumps, series of skids, huge plops, and then the perfect throw.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Some days


...the fences drop.  And there is only green, and water, dashes of color, and a blank slate sky all around. 
Posted by Jean C. Reinhold at 11:38 PM

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