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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
#991
Day 991
Day #991
Only a few left in the park. A bit too late.
#997
Day 997
Day #997
#theme-sky
#1,027
Day 1,027
Day #1027
No idea. #theme-abstract
#1,031
Day 1,031
Day #1031
Another evening in the orchard. Apple trees still in bloom.
#1,036
Day 1,036
Day #1036
#1,046
Day 1,046
Day #1046
In a hurry again.
#451
Day 451
Day 58/#2
#488
Day 488
Day #488
Ten days with no sunsets. So sunrise, for a change.
#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
#1,004
Day 1,004
Day #1004
#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.
#639
Day 639
Day #639