I miss the color. All the dapples of leaves that were once orange, bittersweet, red, crimson, goldenrod, chartreuse, etc….all the colors are wrinkled and brown or crumbled into bits on the pavement. The trees have hauntingly cold, spidery limbs…and the sun sets all-too-early. The coming of winter. It happens so quickly.
The landscape may be boringly dreary, not much for the eyes. Matt and Taran were there, and then one could be reminded of the world’s beauty.
It shouldn’t matter about the nature of this shoot as we all are equal, but I have to say it in these trying, changing times.┬áLove is for everyone.1 comment
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