If I ignore the mechanical trills made by the five-o’clock traffic, I can concentrate on the shadows from the bridge. Each year at this time, the shadows lay firm to the hillside and stir pleasant memories. #grateful via Trill
Weekly Photo Challenge: Delta
Nothing like a campfire out in the country to pull you back to reality. Turn up your volume to hear the music!!!
He waited for the perfect time of day to reach across and tickle her roots.
but can’t because we are mere Shadows of ourselves. Aren’t we all, at times?
Shadow What do YOU see?