Looking back, the last couple of years has brought me almost constant travel – and with it – a thousand suns, and a thousand skies.
How grateful I am for all those oranges, blues, yellows and red – those rows and flows and shaded domes that will forever filter through my head…
And now I look to a new dawn.
“Leaves blow down to the shore,
Golden tears of Summer fall.
Autumn turns to flame
Everything that Summer lent
But couldn’t quite give away.”
– James Dee Clayton
This post is a little pictorial celebration of skies past, and a nod to a gently rising future
– a new dawn.
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