"Yea, all which it inherit - shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on - and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare

Sunday, October 25, 2015


A dark gloomy morning on Brushy Creek Lake at sunrise. Clouds are just thickly poured over the whole scene with the water reflecting only the blue elements.

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