Sam Abell’s term of the “good, grey sky” stays in my memory, and yesterday again this kind of light offered plenty of opportunity at the meanwhile familiar pond, easy to reach either by bicycle or on a detour from inevitable errands.
Sam Abell’s term of the “good, grey sky” stays in my memory, and yesterday again this kind of light offered plenty of opportunity at the meanwhile familiar pond, easy to reach either by bicycle or on a detour from inevitable errands.