365 Days. 365 Photos. 365 Thousand Words.
Same spot where I saw the sun in the morning. SuperMoon was quite the hype. Snapped a very distant one.
For a change, the morning sun.
The Blackberries are scattered.
The rustle of the dried leaves.
Can anyone ever tell when one arrives,
And when one leaves?
Like the stark contrast. Shot it.
And is Orange the new black?