I saw the patterns and the shadow, raised the camera and took two shots. Moved on. I do not remember what my thinking process was nor will I dwell on it. I’d like to believe it was the whisper of my muse.
An online journal sharing my interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, spirituality and asking deep questions.
I saw the patterns and the shadow, raised the camera and took two shots. Moved on. I do not remember what my thinking process was nor will I dwell on it. I’d like to believe it was the whisper of my muse.