As I drove out of my neighborhood on the last day of autumn, light white/grey cumulus clouds — barely visible on the horizon — drew me to pull over, get out of the car and take some shots with my iPhone.
Over these sixty-seven years, I have traveled many paths. Invariably, what stops me in my tracks is the stunning beauty of our fragile little planet earth.
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