Green Ceiling
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
It was 39°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.
Due to recent events this week I am a little bit behind on these assignments. Today I am posting a picture from my archives in response to Solitude. I took this picture in Utah on…