Four to ten, on Friday,
stepping into the din of a city,
a mirage in the desert on the way,
reflecting your thirsty,
the grid
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Grid by The Daily Post.
capturing in prose
Four to ten, on Friday,
stepping into the din of a city,
a mirage in the desert on the way,
reflecting your thirsty,
the grid
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Grid by The Daily Post.
It was an awful experience. It must be a bad weather but the word was insufficient to tell you how it was. It rained heavily two days and, after two typhoons went away, I found the clear blue sky at last. It’s time to post a picture of jewels made with gentle rain I like.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Monochromatic by The Daily Post.
We are all connected. Exaggerated? Probably you are right but sometimes I found me being connected to some friends even when I was at a far place. Stations have marvelous power in nature.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Connected by The Daily Post.