Sunday, August 2, 2009
It was a quiet night at the marina.
The fishing boats were docked.
Their masters were home asleep.
Resting after a hard day's work.
A few hands remained to prepare the boats for their next day's voyage.
But a storm was brewing.
But a storm was brewing.
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2 comments:
Beautiful and bittersweet.
I so want to go out exploring and shooting with you. You find lovely scenes
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