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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” — Ansel Adams
#4 45/365
1 streak
#1,031
Day 1,031
Day #1031
Another evening in the orchard. Apple trees still in bloom.
#1,035
Day 1,035
Day #1035
Last day of home office and also a sort of anniversary. Mixed feelings. V.2.
#1,036
Day 1,036
Day #1036
#1,046
Day 1,046
Day #1046
In a hurry again.
#804
Day 804
Day #804
Friday. Rain. Less crowded streets. The end of a tough week, but not of the streaks, I'm afraid.
#829
Day 829
Day #829
Peek-a-boo! Trying to hide behind the fence but with no real success. Tosia doesn't like any cameras and starts barking loudly the moment she...
#859
Day 859
Day #859
#879
Day 879
Day #879
Verte!
#865
Day 865
Day #865
Lines at sunset.
#871
Day 871
Day #871
6:34 a.m. Early morning streak.
#878
Day 878
Day #878
Oh well...
#887
Day 887
Day #887
The Intruder.
#892
Day 892
Day #892
That's exactly when the serious back problem started. Just before Christmas, perfect timing. No, the ointment didn't help.
#895
Day 895
Day #895
Brain gymnastics. Sort of.
#930
Day 930
Day #930
Drops.
#965
Day 965
Day #965
#1,014
Day 1,014
Day #1014
#1,037
Day 1,037
Day #1037
First poppies this year. Sun and then hail on our way back.
#821
Day 821
Day #821
Just old glasses.
#826
Day 826
Day #826
Looks like a streak photo, but only to some extent. My guardian angel has been with me for almost twenty years, always here to love, help and...
#945
Day 945
Day #945
A late evening shot of my cinnamon cake. I didn't manage to go outside and take some winter photos.
#854
Day 854
Day #854
Baking again.
#857
Day 857
Day #857
#874
Day 874
Day #874
I'll leave it like that. An accidental shot proving I took out my camera with a plan to shoot something. I don't remember what happened. Ther...