It's morning in America. This was other afternoon. No... evening, the shade gathering past 1800. After a curvaceous uplift, sat and perused. Somewhat smoggy hence chagrined. Yet here, upon first bench I encountered, finely contrasted piece of work.
After an amble, a few shots and video, finished my coffee. Had an oat bar. Yum.
Coming down off range, bikers going up were blinding. Maladjusted lamps. Be safe?
It's really hazardous out there. Not of this world but in it nevertheless. Take it light.
Forbear circumstances. It all passes. We go to The Lord. No problem. You welcome.
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