It was the ending of Winter, walking back home, sadly from a funeral, the road leading back home from the graveyard has a series of tall trees, the dried leaves left on the branches were surprisely red under the sunlight.
It was the same road we took everytime we went to the graveyard, many times were to send someone away. That day was the same....
2 comments:
Sad times. But a fine photo.
A beautiful shot.
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