There was an old log cabin in a city park. Â Although the day was grey, the yellows in the landscaped popped.
There was an old log cabin in a city park. Â Although the day was grey, the yellows in the landscaped popped.
In the evening I was able to get down to the beach below the cottage that we were staying at. The sun was low and there was a golden reflection from the bank onto the water. A fallen tree and the tops of posts in the water finished off the composition.
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