It's funny how I don't go near the water looking for photographs for weeks, and then I go there several days in a row, both day and a night, and find new things. Well, sort of new things. It was the sky that I saw first, then I saw the curving rivulets of water draining into the harbor, and then I saw the tiny fisherman in the distance. Maybe I won't go near the water for a while now.
1 comment:
I will never tire of the water photos. We are so fortuate to have it so close. It is ever changing.
Joan
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