A quiet day with empty streets and wind and sky threatening rain. A darkening glow, the cold weight of stone and the light dull but sharp ... old memories are the harbinger of spring .... last year's memories fading fast before the mounting tide of expectation. After a long hiatus, my GR by my side, I ventured forth in the hush of this good friday afternoon.
(2)
January (2)
(4)
February (4)
March
(6)
April (6)
(5)
May (5)
(4)
June (4)
(10)
July (10)
(7)
August (7)
(2)
September (2)
(5)
October (5)
(3)
November (3)
(1)
December (1)
|
(2)
January (2)
(2)
February (2)
March
(1)
April (1)
(2)
May (2)
June
July
August
(3)
September (3)
October
November
(2)
December (2)
|
(5)
January (5)
(4)
February (4)
(4)
March (4)
April
May
June
July
August
September
(1)
October (1)
November
December
|
January
(3)
February (3)
(1)
March (1)
(4)
April (4)
May
(1)
June (1)
(2)
July (2)
(2)
August (2)
(3)
September (3)
(1)
October (1)
November
December
|
January
(1)
February (1)
March
April
(3)
May (3)
(1)
June (1)
(1)
July (1)
August
(1)
September (1)
October
(1)
November (1)
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
(3)
June (3)
July
(2)
August (2)
September
(1)
October (1)
November
December
|
(1)
January (1)
(4)
February (4)
March
April
(1)
May (1)
June
July
(1)
August (1)
September
October
(5)
November (5)
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
|
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
|