Crape Myrtles are among my favorite trees. They've begun blooming around town and I'm anticipating finding out what color flowers this one by our front window has.
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
Inspired by a friend's photo-a-day project. (Not that I need a reason for photographing whatever strikes my fancy.) Also, an invitation to more often observe and consider what unfolds daily.
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