tree shadows
I woke yesterday to find that February had been just a dream. A warm breeze was blowing, and the sky was full of French landscape clouds.
Walking through Riverside park, it felt like the last warm day of Autumn, except that the squirrels looked fresh and well-rested.
(and yes, that is brown carpeting under those shadows)
Walking through Riverside park, it felt like the last warm day of Autumn, except that the squirrels looked fresh and well-rested.
(and yes, that is brown carpeting under those shadows)