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Just ahead.

This picture kind of sums up where I stand at the minute.  I am boring holes into the things around me in an effort to see them more clearly and suck juices out of good things but I can't help feeling unnerved by storm clouds just above the horizon line.  When I took this picture I was oblivious to the stormy sky along the edges and focused on those ripe round orange fruits all around me.  It almost took my breath away when I took a look at the pictures later.  Those clouds are menacing, yet those pumpkins are so full of water and goodness and vitamins and food.  The clouds are just passing through.
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  1. Kate Hall10/09/2012 2:02 pm

    excellent! moment captured, considered, illuminated. excellent.

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