"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

Monday, October 31, 2016


©Andy deBruyn

This image is from a couple of years ago but I am paying attention to the level of fog that happens this time of year. If I get the right set of circumstances, moisture, fog, clouds, light....I'll be there.

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