Aug 29, 2009

A Forest Farm

Can I tell you how fortunate I am to have met Jean, and then, Amanda, her daughter. Their friendship allows me to take a respite from the chaos once in a while to rest my eyes upon the views from their backyard and to play with pastels and cameras capturing the sights.

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