Morning and evening rains bring the last of the laurel blossoms to rest on a wet, wet earth. In between drops, I wander down to the stream at Nomad’s End and played with the new camera.
Nomad’s End
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Morning and evening rains bring the last of the laurel blossoms to rest on a wet, wet earth. In between drops, I wander down to the stream at Nomad’s End and played with the new camera.
