Written by Steve Beal Sr. Photography, Poetry, UncategorizedI don’t have wide open spaces, instead I pick my places. Even among all the trees, we were able, this beauty to see. The kids and I gazed overhead, in time to see these shades of red. The vastness gathers on high, kissing the sun again, good-bye. Share this:FacebookEmailPrintWhatsAppLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related