Fall Leaves When Snow Falls Snow Melts When Robins Sing A pity, I cannot hear a thing. But than this there is to it all: And Love's summer cottage, Where the green leaves of knowledge, were waiting to fall with the fall.
I have a huge fascination with macro photography and finding beauty in the most overlooked and mundane seeming things. Frost, a desiccated leaf, dried up seed pods, etc.
It is a site with photos of abandoned places, urban ruins.
I was watching a documentary about the demise of Detroit, and remembered
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