Fresh out of the scanner, some fallen foliage, so vibrant in their demise. Such a poignant and apt reminder of this day four years ago and I can only repeat some lines of poetry I wrote:
"dare I say grief is akin to an October leaf? a brisk detachment when the wind lets loose that sudden and brutal impact with earth the stalk forever reaching back"
Photoshop Friday – in memory of Martin with just two minor editing tweaks from the filter gallery
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