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Evening mist marks a little pond beyond the trees. [Joyceville, Sep 1st] |
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Gnarled old tree touched by a gentle breath, trembling leaves. [Kingston, Sep 2nd] |
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Rocking on the line a little yellow finch, darts away. [Kingston, Sep 3rd] |
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Spidery acacias delicate blooms in the shade soft grass. [Kingston, Sep 4th] |
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Dark rooftops edge the sky of gold, smoke plumes. [Montreal, Sep 5th] |
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To rich blue the grey sky fades, neons... all red. [Montreal, Sep 6th] |
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Misted, beaded mirror... a half-seen face staring back. [Montreal, Sep 7th] |
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Tarmac puddles and wet metal skins... reflect the orange light. [Calgary, Sep 8th] |
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Down with the trees make hills into plains, the tractors at play. [Calgary, Sep 9th] |
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Morning roads grey with red tail-lights-- all converging. [Calgary, Sep 10th] |
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Horizon's gold expands to fill the sky with radiant red. [Calgary, Sep 11th] |
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Along the road the same familiar face, in passing - a smile. [Calgary, Sep 12th] |
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Low river caught in little pools slow eddys. [Calgary, Sep 13th] |
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Soaring hawks golden fields waving, autumn's chill. [Calgary, Sep 14th] |
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A ripple of notes leaning, caressing the strings her fingers blur. [Calgary, Sep 15th] |
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Her soft voice with whispered words of love caressed my heart. [Calgary, Sep 16th] |
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Rain patters grey clouds tumbling river rushing. [Calgary, Sep 17th] |
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Sunset fires the golden autumn trees and glistening leaves. [Calgary, Sep 18th] |
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From the car window the young lady backs... opening her coat. [Calgary, Sep 19th] |
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Light rain almost snow, I'm wet and shivering. [Calgary, Sep 20th] |
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Drifting leaves rich red fuchsia drooping now. [Calgary, Sep 21st] |
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In deep shade snow on dark leaves, sparks of sunlight. [Calgary, Sep 22nd] |
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With ten fingers she gestures - ten, ten! Gets 'Hi' in return. [Calgary, Sep 23rd] |
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A flurry of leaves as each bus passes, warm sun. [Calgary, Sep 24th] |
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Long shadows piled orange leaves forgotten rake. [Calgary, Sep 25th] |
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Crinkled leaves under bare branches crackle underfoot. [Calgary, Sep 26th] |
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Sagging old house paint-peeled porch, armchair dusty street. [Calgary, Sep 27th] |
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Dawn light paints the golden trees, blue-clouded sky. [Calgary, Sep 28th] |
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Banished smokers bask outside the door, in the warm sun. [Calgary, Sep 29th] |
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Fallen to earth curled blackened flowers, drying in the sun. [Calgary, Sep 30th] |
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