Gold Lake
We went sailing.
The boat was a 25 year old canoe trimaran:
Amigo Bob Cantisano at the helm.
The sound of sailing - wind and water
gentle creaks and ropes against wood.
On the way home we stopped at a spring to fill up water bottles.
I picked a wild azalea.
the day was good
nice work my dear friend,
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next to you I feel alive
your grace my resting place
what a sweet sweet wonderland you're in! you must be experiencing love at first sight everywhere you turn! lucky you Pear! ; )
ReplyDeletelordy me! what a sight!! i love your photography parisy.. those colors! xxr
ReplyDeleteFeel like I was there with you - such beauty and presence. Thank you!
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