Friday, 29 November 2013

Poetry in motion

I pass this fountain nearly every morning as the sun breaks above the crest of a nearby peak. After months of good intentions, I finally remembered my camera, and it turned out to be the last day the water was on before winter. Lucky me. Enjoy.





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  1. vehuko21 February 2014 at 23:53

    Amber, the last photo speaks to me. I'd like a print of that if that could be arranged. ;)

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