Quiet trips. Even more than usual, looking for the silence in things.
Early morning. Soft gradients. Impossible to see where sky touches earth. Breathing the day, deeply. // 366skies
The sea is calling. Or: A mountain kids odd fascination for naval gear and facilities.
Late afternoon. Different site, same sky. And the interesting insight in how much the grey one sees is affected by the grey one owns. // 366skies