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A Fallen Leaf

A Fallen Leaf

Art is not to be found by touring to Egypt, China, or Peru; if you cannot find it at your own door, you will never find it. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Our overnight was in Buffalo, New York not Egypt China or Peru. The view out my window in the morning showed overcast skies and a light rain. With weather like this I can hear a voice whispering an invitation to sleep in a little longer and I did. After eating a light breakfast the rain stopped and the clouds broke offering blue skies. With my camera over my shoulder it was now time for a walk. And, what would I find this morning at my door: a fallen leaf.

Retired. Having fun with photography. Journal daily. Meditate daily. Learning haiku/poetry. Have a love for fountain pens.

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