1. 196/365: The sun sets on the Big Apple, 2. Oman, 3. Wildflowers, 4. Vaðlareitur in Eyjafjörður
The sun is burning so heavy, it feels like liquid heat sticking to everything. A simple walk from a building to the car feels like a burden, a weight so difficult to carry that it borders on madness.
One wonders when the break will come, when the great relief will finally reach us.
One wonders when the break will come, when the great relief will finally reach us.
1 comment:
"...a weight...border(ing) on madness."
Your artistry with words is equally yoked with your artistry with image(s). I am (as always) greatful that you share them with the world.
Kat
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