"Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see"
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I saw old autumn in the misty morn, stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence
The perfect autumn day finally arrived, it was gloomy and cold and pictures were a must!
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