Two early morning moon sets a short time before the sunrise in September at Meditation Point a few days before a strong windstorm blew down the tree I used to frame the moon. Never think, oh I can go back and get it tomorrow or in a week. Nothing is so constant as change!
Random thoughts and observations, including photographs, in the tradition of a flaneur*: a stroller, a loiterer, a dawdler on street corners, a hanger-about who rambles through a city without any apparent purpose but is highly attuned to the history of the place and is in a constant covert search of adventure, esthetic or the exotic and erotic. Please Note: all text and PHOTOS are protected by copywrite! Do not use in any form without permission. Thank you. * Baudelaire created the term.
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