Snowy Red

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Hole In The Wall

Echinacea Purpurea

You Can Call Me Donald

A boat in a really different design. And pretty ugly in my opinion.

Spider Web

Spider web on my balcony... I kind of like this shot.

Steps Down to the Boat

                               
This is from a poem of the Swedish playwright, novelist and essayist August Strindberg (1849-1912).

He fled from devastation

and steered his steps down to
the boat. Footprints in the sand !

He cursed and wanted to flee, but
then he noticed that he was cursing
himself and then he under-
stood why the gulls and the viper
and the others fled, and he trod
again in his own tracks, for surely
he couldn't flee from himself.