Tag: Photography
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Mount Monadnock
Looking back over my shoulder, the bald summit beckoned, but still seemed far away.
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A Halloween Tale
I wandered through the quiet cemetery. Winding paths lead past ancient tombs, under gnarled oaks dripping with Spanish moss.
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Isle of Capri
He spoke lovingly of the island, gesturing animatedly with his right hand, his left on the wheel.
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Graveyard of Machines
I watched Marco slow and pull the bike to the side of the country road. I knew exactly what he was looking at.
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An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog 