Equinox Arrived.
I’ve been loitering a lot in random woods, toeing at the underbrush, seldom stirred enough to make a photograph.
The blacks have to make jazz with the whites. Things are still a bit gray inside.
Equinox Arrived.
I’ve been loitering a lot in random woods, toeing at the underbrush, seldom stirred enough to make a photograph.
The blacks have to make jazz with the whites. Things are still a bit gray inside.