... I have gone way into my archives since one Summer of logging them different on a then new device. The flowing influx on the evolving photos from the trauma within the home, and onto those photos early on. The various outside locations from Central London out to the coast both north and south and all between ...
The many and various terrains and concrete carbuncles in all the various glories in my time back in these environments ...
And these flowers at the Eden project when not in the mood to look through the lens much ... My Dad who had too just departed from us ... one sunny Autumnal morning in a county dear to him ... And us ... and captured since that year to now in so many forms ... styles and ways ...
How hubby would have loved this ...
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