Sunday, November 12, 2006


Early morning driving, layers of clouds hiding glimpses of worlds beyond where sunlight dances through the cotton wool haze. Autumnal bright sun illuminating the colours of trees, grass and sky, to make all look different, offering an alternative perspective on the ordinary.

As Mr Plass puts it:
"Autumn's burning sadness that has always made me cry
For things that have to end"


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