Murky March's Moon

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near Seanhenge and some miles north-west.

Feeling (somehow) safe

Monochrome Monday

Suntimes

Cul-de-sac.
Point of return.
I hesitated.

 

Beware of cheating

Weaker and weaker.
Week  by week.
Day by day.
Who cares?
Why?
As long as there are
such moments of joy ...

Would I know
there's not much time left
I might like to write
about veracity, tonight.

About manipulation,
about ethics,
(not only)
for journalists and photographers.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday