A tear came to my eye and then, like in a spring rain, tears rolled down the curves of my cheeks. Hearing “You are my Sunshine” on the radio while looking out to a beautiful sunny morning and enjoying my… Read more
photo journal observing an ordinary life in a beautiful world
A tear came to my eye and then, like in a spring rain, tears rolled down the curves of my cheeks. Hearing “You are my Sunshine” on the radio while looking out to a beautiful sunny morning and enjoying my… Read more